Somebody gave my front gates at work the Darryl Kerrigan treatment on the weekend.
It's quite bizarre. They've put some slings around them and drove off with the bloody things. They left one sling behind and some decent gouges out of the road when dragging them away and around the corner before stopping to secure their load.
Equally bizarre is the fact that nothing behind the gates has been touched.
I shat a little in my pants before I checked the beer fridge, golf clubs, boat and fishing kayak.
It's like somebody had just watched The Castle and thought "that sounds right up my alley. I'll give that a go". Well played, boys. well played.