Scumbags and other bleep s

Went to Eildon at the weekend to see Sis &Bil who were staying at Blue Gums for a week.
The place was fairly busy with usual yobbos driving up & down nonstop stirring up the dust etc.
Worse thing though was next morning while we were having a cup of coffee, BIL says, wheres the bloody firewood, It had gone vanished disappeared whatever.
About this time the local constable arrives in his brand new Tojo and starts asking the idiots opposite about the goings on. It turns out that not being happy annoying everybody, they decided to purloin all the wood, stubbies, cans and food they could find in the vicinity.
Life is hard enough without having to share the space with oxygen thieves like this.
Where I come from there are things that you don't do cos you're likely to die if you get caught, and they are
Don't touch your mates wife G/F,
don't touch his tucker and
don't kick his dog
Apart from the inconvenience and the cost of replacing things it buggered a good weekend.