I was going to write about Marjorie, the old biddy who used to live in number six at our old place. One day, while I was hanging out the washing, Marjorie came up to me and starting chatting, as she liked to do, and the subject of the vandals came up. Someone had drawn a face on the large round outdoor light and written 'Take me to your leader' beneath the face. 'I wonder if it's a secret message', pondered Marjorie. "Could be aliens ...' I suggested helpfully. We agreed to keep watch.


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