I heard the crack of ball on willow cricket bat from the boy next door before I heard the smash of the window in the lounge.
I ran to survey the damage.
“You are looking prettier every day Jessie” said the smiling face looking in.
“Now don’t you go getting fresh with me Don Bradman” I yelled.
“Righto Jess,, sorry”, he said, “Can I have my ball back please?”
(Many thanks to the copyright holder of the picture)