I am Jeannie Cusamano

Last night at about 11.15 Himself and I were watching the last episode in the first series of the Sopranos, “I Dream of Jeannie Cusamano” when there was an almighty bang. The house shook. Then the sound of a car racing off. We looked at each other. It wasn’t a backfire because it wasn’t that sharp, contained sort of noise. It had a bass shuddery element to it. Considering someone was shot down the road last week, Himself decided to ring the police but even by the time he was finished there was a garda car across the road. In the next half an hour there were more garda cars, two fire brigades and an ambulance. We listened to the midnight news but nothing. 7am news this morning revealed that someone had thrown a grenade at a house across the road. A grenade. Somebody living near us owns grenades and thinks throwing them around is the best way to resolve an unpleasant work situation. It’s scary. Very scary. Thankfully no-one was hurt. RTÉ News: Gardaí probe Crumlin grenade attack: “Gardaí probe Crumlin grenade attack
Friday, 29 June 2007 11:04
A grenade has exploded in the front garden of a house in south Dublin.”

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