Friendly neighbourhood shooting

Last night, O and I happened to be watching the local Amsterdam news channel, when we suddenly heard the name of our street being mentioned. After a moment for our minds to go "Huh? Did they say the name we think they said?", we listened to what the news was to find out that there had been a shooting in a house on our street early Sunday morning. Brilliant. It didn't happen next door or anything, but our street is not very long, so anything that happens in it would be rather close to us. In this case it was about 10 houses down. And we heard nothing, were completely unaware of the load of cops that had arrived, that we were now watching on the news. It's weird to think all this was going on just down the street while we were snoozing away. No one got hurt fortunately, it was some guy going nuts on a bad trip, but still, shots being fired are shots being fired. A bullet could have gone through a wall, ceiling or floor. And to think people have been telling me that I've moved up by living in this new neighbourhood over the old one. Aye.