The house shook. Lucy opened her eyes startled, to a loud crashing noise of what sounded like the collapse of her house beneath her. She could hear gasps of terror from outside.
Lucy slid out from her Egyptian cotton sheets and bolted to her sash window, buckling slightly as her legs filled with blood, still slightly numb from the almost eight hours sleep they had managed.
“Look I’m on the phone now, calm down” a man seemed to be explaining to an irate woman, who was clenching tightly to a small child.
“It only passed its MOT Tuesday, and my daughter..you idiot, you could have killed her!” She continued with the verbal abuse as Lucy lent further out the window.
Her street looked like a scene from an action movie – the finale, when the bad guy is just about to die. Total chaos. Several car alarms were echoing the destruction, crushed and smashed, strewn across the road and pavement. Lucy’s silk nightie puckered up as she lowered her breasts over the outer window sill to see an articulated lorry buried into her house. The lorry seemed to be the main culprit, it was smoking slightly and had dropped part of its load, leaving a trail of evidence right up to the top of the street.
The lorries load was seeming to already start to attract attention. Barrels of beer. Lucy witnessed two lads carrying one of the silver barrels into the back seat of a red ford fiesta, ducking and glancing behind themselves more than fifty times in the short ten feet stretch to the get away car.
“Are you alright love?” A tall man with a deep bellowing voice shouted up to Lucy from directly bellow her. She turned to look for another female dangling out of a window.
“Err yes, Yes..Thanks, I’m fine” She replied in ascending volume, and ran back beneath the safety of her bedsheets, bemused and embarrassed.

After a moments contemplation, her dry mouth forced Lucy to slip on her matching silk dressing gown, detach her mobile from its charger, and float down the stairs in disbelief and shock to the kettle. Whilst the kettle was mid boil she scrolled down her contacts page on her blackberry to Jez.

“Jez, answer your phone, its me..its important!” She spoke desperately to his answerphone.