Last Monday morning, as I was looking out of the window, I saw that there was something on my garage door. I went outside and saw that there was paint all over it. I spent all morning trying to Complain the mess but I wasn't very successful. I rang up the police because I wanted to explained. The phone rang and rang and ruined man answered. Someone clean up my garage door!' I shouted. He was very calm and polite and eventually that a police officer would come to speak with me. As soon as I hung up, my young son came to me and asked: Did you like my painting, Daddy?