Not a good day so far
Dec. 12th, 2002 01:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ventaSo, this morning I'm woken up by Andy wandering around complaining that he can't find his carkeys. This isn't unusual.
What was unusal was that rather than just not being sure where he'd put them, he knew where he thought they were and there they weren't. Cue much running around, panicking, and looking down the back of the sofa (no keys down there, sadly, but so many biros).
Then we find his car's unlocked, it's been rifled, and a couple of packets of fags nicked. So we're forced to conclude that either it's all coincidence, or someone ambled into the house and took the keys off the sofa. Some more fruitless searching, and we ring the police, leaning towards the latter answer.
The police were looking at us a bit funny, clearly not convinced by the story of stolen keys, when I notice that my wallet is suspiciously thinner than usual. It's in my coat pocket, where I left it, but is minus most of its contents. Further searching reveals that the spare set of keys for Andy's car is also missing from my bag, and my notebook is gone from my handbag. Both bags had been neatly zipped up again.
All of which was useful, as it meant the police were at least convinced that someone had taken stuff.
Seems an odd bunch of stuff to take, though. Two sets of keys for Andy's car, the keys for my car. Neither of the cars. The stereo, video etc are sitting cosily in their corner. Easily portable stuff like the DVDs, or the bottles of single malt, is all still there. But my notebook, worth no more than 30p to anyone other than me, has gone. And my collection of bus and train tickets (which I'd been saving against the day my compensation claim finally lumbers into action) has vanished.
I suppose it's nice to know that if we had to be burgled, it was by slightly insane people.
What was unusal was that rather than just not being sure where he'd put them, he knew where he thought they were and there they weren't. Cue much running around, panicking, and looking down the back of the sofa (no keys down there, sadly, but so many biros).
Then we find his car's unlocked, it's been rifled, and a couple of packets of fags nicked. So we're forced to conclude that either it's all coincidence, or someone ambled into the house and took the keys off the sofa. Some more fruitless searching, and we ring the police, leaning towards the latter answer.
The police were looking at us a bit funny, clearly not convinced by the story of stolen keys, when I notice that my wallet is suspiciously thinner than usual. It's in my coat pocket, where I left it, but is minus most of its contents. Further searching reveals that the spare set of keys for Andy's car is also missing from my bag, and my notebook is gone from my handbag. Both bags had been neatly zipped up again.
All of which was useful, as it meant the police were at least convinced that someone had taken stuff.
Seems an odd bunch of stuff to take, though. Two sets of keys for Andy's car, the keys for my car. Neither of the cars. The stereo, video etc are sitting cosily in their corner. Easily portable stuff like the DVDs, or the bottles of single malt, is all still there. But my notebook, worth no more than 30p to anyone other than me, has gone. And my collection of bus and train tickets (which I'd been saving against the day my compensation claim finally lumbers into action) has vanished.
I suppose it's nice to know that if we had to be burgled, it was by slightly insane people.
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Date: 2002-12-12 06:52 am (UTC)Unlikely, I hope.
Date: 2002-12-12 07:06 am (UTC)As for it being someone who knows us... it's possbile, though unlikely. Mostly because anyone who knew us would have expected Jez (a large chap you wouldn't want to argue with) to be sleeping on the floor in the front room. Where, by coincidence, he wasn't. Plus I don't really see what they'd have hoped to gain - the cars would be useless to them, except for a quick sale, and ordinarily my wallet wouldn't have been downstairs...
Re: Unlikely, I hope.
Date: 2002-12-12 07:25 am (UTC)He's now my number one suspect.
The plot thickens...
Date: 2002-12-12 07:33 am (UTC)Incidentally,
I think spending preety much the entire day on the phone arguing with insurance brokers, garages and scrapyards has made him a little hysterical :)
A crossbow trap ?
Date: 2002-12-12 07:40 am (UTC)Perhaps one of Frances' characters did it.
Re: The plot thickens...
Date: 2002-12-12 07:44 am (UTC)More seriously, I would also like to take this opportunity to say 'Huh?' and look bewildered, and to offer commiserations for the loss of the notebook.
Strangest burglary ever.
Re: Unlikely, I hope.
Date: 2002-12-12 07:39 am (UTC)I'd certainly agree that you eating Frances's hat would be a bad thing, and I'd probably go as far as saying that it would be carnagetastic!
Hugs For the not so plesant events though.
Of Course !
The culprit must have been
TBH I'm surprised the police didn't spot the non-Euclidean platypus he carelessly discarded as he fled the scene.
The platypus
Date: 2002-12-12 08:57 am (UTC)Of course that would be the Platypus that I left there if I had have done anything which of course I didn't so its not there and definitely not eating carrots.