This isn’t actually a rumour, unfortunately it is the bitter truth. The neighbourhood has gone to the dogs, the good old days are dead.
By the dogs I am referring to the little runts who tried to break into our house recently. They tiptoed up the path and smashed the window that looks into the hall. Either they are very small, very clever - in that they knew the exact point they needed to enter, or they are very stupid - they smashed the smallest window in the house.
Maybe they gave up? Or were disturbed? Or perhaps they looked in and could see there were no keys on the hall table to reach in and pinch, for whatever reason they left - but not before letting us no they were a bit miffed they hadn’t been able to have off with a car or the TV - they egged our windows to show their distaste. A real two finger salute to double glazing.
Even though they didn’t get in, I (over reacted and) made a pledge to make sure next time they wouldn’t get as far as the drive way.So, Welcome to Fortress Ashfield Drive where cars are now driven up against the windows, car keys are hidden in lots of little boxes like a Russian doll, but a Russian doll made of steel surrounded by motion sensors and the guards stare threateningly out the windows while wrapping a thick chains around their fists. (Ok, I made that up, but what is a small lie if it embellishes an already too familiar story? Everyone locks their doors at night but the sad truth is - it's not enough, is it? We locked the doors, they came anyway.)
When you hear a house alarm ringing do you initially think ‘Call the police, someone is being burgled’ or ‘I wish they would turn that off I can’t hear Corrie.’ and your right, I think the same - it is a very annoying noise isn’t it?
Looking at the cracked window gave me shivers down my spine to say the least. The thought of someone even looking through our window into our house made me feel sick, let alone the thought of them actually getting in and touching our things.
It was my idea to send the house into lock down. I asked my Dad to close the front gate and then drive his car against it, so without his key there was no way in, and no way out. I asked him to drive my mum’s car up against the smashed window so they couldn’t come back and finish the job.
And during my nightly phone call to ‘him’ I said my Dad was patrolling the perimerters and joked I was booby trapping the house ‘Home Alone’ style and though I might not have gone as far as throwing paint tins over the banister, I did consider greasing the door handles. (But Im not allowed to touch vandal grease after what happened last time…..)
And I did look out of my window, albeit a little bit menacingly, wondering was there someone out there looking back at me waiting for us to go to bed?
Alright, not only am I a gossip I am overly dramatic, giving a dirty look out of your bedroom isn’t likely to ward off burglars - neither would putting my picture on the front door (A measure which has been suggested one too many times for my liking)
It makes me absolutely rage (I did say I was dramatic) that we even have to think of things like this. The only time I want to use a burglar alarm is to give one of these little idiots a crack over the head. The thought of someone crying after they have woken up and see their car gone or feel afraid in their own home is a bit unbearable to be honest. I hope there is at least a flicker of conscience. When they ride the bike they stole just after Christmas, or when they spend the money they took from the 80-year-old granny I hope that they at least feel a twinge. Will they? I doubt it. I hope the house they go calling at tonight is just as prepared.
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