If only I had a bucket of water

I am sitting in my office, it’s 1.30am just gone. I’ve been thinking about going to bed now for a few hours but got distracted by about everything. I now find myself thinking about it only to have a gathering of about 3 teenagers outside talking about nothing. It’s not like I live in a town or anything – where did they come from and whose kids are they? We’ve been getting a lot of trouble from kids lately which hardly sits with the ideal life our village likes to convey – I think they are being shipped in from somewhere or something these hoddie wannabes, could never be some local’s little darling now could then ;) Now, if they can only speak up a bit more I can hear the gossip rather than a pubescent low grumble that is droning on.