Dear Plus,

To begin positively, this Sunday morning seemed a blessing; there were no booming parties on High Street here in The Lye, no vehicles restricting access to the public garages on Connops Way (as distinct from Saturday morning) and no penetrating barking dogs - even that eyesore of the overflowing commercial wheeled bin, squarely on the pavement, serving the Express convenience store, was elsewhere.

Though the pages of social media betrayed some very upset and some highly frustrated residents on Friday and Saturday, The Lye can be as good a place as anywhere - witness this morning, at least until noon:

1) At about twelve-fifteen, Carole's unmistakeable voice was heard, probably shouting from the rear of the apartments, in Connops Way, and for some form of assistance - given it seemed the rear door was being bashed, she had probably found 'erself locked-out, again; this may have lasted for twenty minutes.

2) There was a some guy, possibly an associate, leaning on the railings to the front of the apartments and a local, onetime resident of apartment 164, moving purposefully towards the front door, on High Street, and later towards the rear door in Connops Way; this suggested female is also fond of 'er tipples, and is also a cynophile, of the exceedingly vulgar variety, which meant that I could not possibly intervene, risking another nasty confrontation.

3) An ambulance pulled-up in Connops Way a short-time later, but it is not known if this was related to this disturbance; throughout, there was a tray of food debris (including some apparent barbequed chicken) left on the communal landing, close to 161's door, attracting the flies (image attached).

Please note that ASB 19914 includes three antagonists (two from 161 and one from 157) indulging continuing anti-social behaviour or representing a threat to the person.

Please forward as appropriate.

DAustin
162 High Street
Lye Village
Stourbridge
DY9 8LT

PS: Must remark on the fires during the heatwave of ten days ago - the sight of those houses destroyed in Wennington, East London was the most frightening of scenes; given searingly hot weather, that could happen to anybody's home - but will these events inspire the British to more rational, cooperative endeavours? Less likely if they's sloshed!