Chewing Gum Boy

Someone is putting chewing gum in my letter box. And placing it in the lock of the car boot.

Not fresh chewing gum mind. Chewed chewing gum.

I had a sniff today. I half expected cherry or strawberry flavour. But, no. Mint. Spearmint.

So a boy. A pesky boy.

I made some routine enquiries. Soon I got to the bottom of the matter. I was given a name. As expected a boy's name. I went straight to his door. No answer.

I intended to speak to the boy's parents in the strongest possible terms. But don't worry. I'll be back.

This chewing gum PEST of a BOY. WILL be brought to JUSTICE.

(to be furthered...)