Fence panal theft!

I've been busy.
Looks like a career in web design beckons, what with me doing a couple more sites: one for a real nappy group, and one for a TV presenter/model/dancer/actress. Working on the web site for the model numbed the pain of working on a site about nappies and babies.
With any luck, repeat business is around the corner, and I'll be the designer of the stars. Amen.

Exciting news comes in the form of an online shop.
I can't link to it yet as I've not finished designing logos for the merchandise. Rest assured, it's top quality tackle.
For example, the ladies could buy a thong with my smiling face emblazoned on the front. Or how about a wall clock with The Church logo? Clothing, cuddly toys, bags and more; all on sale soon. Unless I get swamped with work and totally forget about it.

A couple of nights ago one of my neighbours tested me.
During the extremely strong winds, the fence which is the responsibility of my neighbour was destroyed. When I had my fence remade after the last strong winds, I was left with an old fence panel that I was keeping as a spare, just in case.
My neighbour trespassed on my land, stole my spare fence panel, and use it to fix his fence.
I contained my pure rage for a day, and went round to pay him a visit.
He wasn't in, so I took my fence panel back.
The sheer audacity of stealing my fence to fix his is outrageous. It's just as well he wasn't in, because I'd have completely crushed him with my own superior power.
Had he have knocked on my door and asked for it, he could have had it. But since he stole it, I've given it to another needy neighbour who's fence was also destroyed in the wind.

Rest assured I have my eye on this putrid instance of flotsam.

As I sit and type this, I've not slept for 36 hours. I won't be able to last. I need to sleep. I feel my body caving in under it's own masculine weight.
I'll dump the pictures from my phone into the gallery first.