I know, I think cleverly. I'll just chuck this packaging for the new bed out of the new velux window and it will fall harmlessly into our garden from whence it is but a short hop to the bin. Easier than carting it down three flights.
I perform a pre-defenestration exploration. The velux is in the angled roof and opens wide, so I can get my whole torso out; my whole body if I want to.
I look down. It's the first time I've really looked, and it's a non-starter. The packaging would float over into next-doors; she of the flags, and thus I must not. Mind you I'll just take a peek around at the roo.... what's this? Pink paint? No, it's graffitti sprayed onto our roof. I investigate further. It's names. Hercule Beep is thus able to establish the identities of the perpetrators; two of our own and one visitor. All the children are away with their other parents at the moment.
I express my disgust at the behaviour. I meet an angry stone wall. Apparently spraying our roof with graffitti is perfectly acceptable behaviour that is even to be somewhat applauded '"they're just tagging their home". My suggestion that the artists are made to scrub it off and forcibly informed that this is not to happen again is, like, totally ridiculous and over the top.
Well is it?
Help me decide.
You've got a couple of weeks as I'm away on hols now. See you in a fortnight.
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update: one set of children, including the perpetrator have been returned and I am delighted to say their father is as pissed off with them about it as I was and insists that they scrub it off. Say Yay for common sense.
Excellent - I'm certainly with you on this.
How can she possibly say that's okay? Unless the graffiti reads I love my mum and the Beep they are both ace in which you might possibly be able to forgive them.
I can't see any reason why they shouldn't clean it off.
*tagging their home*: Is that something like "this home belongs to..."? If so it belongs to several other people who might have been consulted.
Let them tag their rooms if they have to do tagging!
(Er, my original comment said something about dogs and cats and tagging and I thought it might sound offensive)
You know that feeling when you instinctively know something is wrong, but can't get it across to someone else? I've begun to feel I'm the mad one. I can't seem to explain to my O'half WHY this is bad. Not so she understands, anyway. But I instinctively know it is, And thank you for your comments. I feel slightly more sane now and will stick to my guns. Ther problem now is that OH has no interest in enforcing the ruling that it must be scrubbed offas she doesn't see it as naughty, and if I try to impose any discipline on her kids I am shouted at
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