A crash in the night...
Someone just threw a rock through my bedroom window. I heard nothing before or after the smash, no running steps, no voices. The why is as much a question as the who dunnit? At this time of night there are no children out at play. Also, as I live on the second floor of the building it is probably a random stone let fly by a late night wanderer. Fortunately I have another bed and other pillows to use. Even better I was working here at the computer and not already asleep (as I should have been). It would have done some harm as the glass cut through the mosquito net and the rock itself lay where my head would have been.I have checked all around outside, intrepid, armed with a broom and nothing stirs beyond the multitude of warty frogs lured out of hiding by the dance of winged termites in the air around the external lights. My mother's apartment is secure and I can hear her sleeping.
So I will resign myself to a slighty unsettled night and deal with the rest tomorrow.
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