WTF? We phoned the police when someone set off fireworks in our garden, like literally outside our windows (we were living in a bungalow at the time) boyfriend and me were on our own, late at night, and there are f*cking fireworks firing at and around the house.
They didn't turn up. At all. Took my name and everything, we went outside and the remanents of the fireworks were literally a metre away from the windows and near BF's car. F*cking lazy sods.
I did a load of screaming into the night, something along the lines of "F*ck off you f*cking tw*ts! I have called the police so you better f*cking f*ck off if you don't want to get arrested...." etc etc. It made me feel better, then my legs went to jelly. Could've got shot or something... I was more worried about my BF because he went off into the darkness to look if anyone was there. Which is why I started screaming and cursing. Scary.
Turned out to be his twathead of a brother (the same one that lets the dangerous dog out to attack his 'friends' when they're around...for a laugh...) Lucky as the bungalow was not that secure...still didn't sleep much...