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Fred and Sue stayed with us last night. They’re up here to visit family over Easter.

We had a much later night than we planned (knowing that The Kid would, of course, be up at dawn to see what the Easter Bunny left her).

Just as we were turning the lights off and getting ready to sleep we heard a couple of sirens somewhere over near town. We listened for a few seconds then heard a long screech of brakes and a loud impact. I already had my SES stuff in the car so I jumped straight in and shot up the street to see whether anyone was hurt and needed help. As it turns out, no-one in the car that crashed appeared to be hurt. In fact, they weren’t there. They’d done a runner.

The police were already at the accident scene. The car that crashed had slid for a fair time at the end of Gladstone Street and then gone through a fence, cleaning up a few poles and bushes on its way through. The engine was still running, and the driver’s door was wide open. The copper was just in the process of checking out the car and turning off the engine as we pulled up.

After checking for obvious danger (fallen power lines, etc) I went over too and looked for any signs of blood or obvious injury. Nothing. Just a wide open driver’s door and a country & western song faintly playing on the radio. It was kind of surreal in an odd way.

Anyway, not long after that a divvy van turned up and a few more rozzers got out to help look. The cop from the first car (a TOG car) said “I’m not kitted up for this“, after which one of the cops from the divvy van said “I’ve got a can of foam in the car; want that?“. They did their thing and wandered off to look for the driver (sorry, “perp”). It’s pretty obvious the sirens were them chasing him (we got there 90 seconds after the impact and the first cop was already there and out of the car) and the driver nicked off.