Quiet evening turns to terror!

This evening a quiet barbecue turned nasty. It is all too easy now that summer is with us to be complacent. What better than on a Friday afternoon, after work to round off the week, with a bottle of beer in one hand and a Burger in the other, and clouds of paraffin perfumed smoke filtering through next doors washing. The fading sun an idyllic scene you would imagine.

There is nothing like this simple pleasure, but unfortunately tonight that relaxed, self-satisfied attitude was shattered. All too easily we allow our guard to drop with windows left open, doors ajar frankly it's a recipe for disaster.

I am not one for Rough Justice, but tonight I am left bitter and twisted after my hospitality has been abused and my home violated. I am taking the extraordinary step of publishing a photograph of the Prime suspect and warn others to be on the lookout.

Be warned do not approach the suspect as it has a taste for meat judging by the Burger it pinched from the Flaig household. Sausage anyone!