Around 9.30 last night we hear a loud bang from our communal area. We go take a look and a fella in high vis is standing at our front door. We ask him what he wants and he starts blustering about a friend at number 6.

We ask him why he smacked the door so hard and he starts getting visibly agitated. We ask him to close the door and he doesn’t. Suddenly another fella wearing a crash helmet emerges from the BASEMENT in our communal area carrying one of them huge transit boxes with “guarded” written on the side and starts to walk out the front door.

At this point we realise something seriously ****ing weird is going on. We ask who the **** they are and the basement fella says “police”. Outside we notice a moped and TWO getaway cars, which quickly speed off with them all inside.

Anyway, police come round and as we’re recounting the incident they get a call through on their walkie talkies about a missing transit box full of money in the area, and helicopters flying overhead!

Basically, it seems these guys had cased our joint and identified our flats as a place to stash their booty. Not entirely sure why they wouldn’t have chosen a secluded garage or something, rather than private flats full of residents...

Mesut is gonna wanna leave when he hears about this