Victim of Crime

I am sad to say that the man and I have been victims of crime.

Heading over to unlock our car this morning I discovered that some low life has saved me the job by breaking into it last night. Contents of the glove compartment were scattered, Cd’s all over the floor and a large plastic panel kindly ripped out from under the steering wheel as an extra bonus. Great. Clearly the dirty theve’s had wanted to hotwire our family wagon but had not quite managed it.

The dirty rotten losers.

I start to be thankful for the minimal damage just as a sick feeling begins to churn in my stomach. Yesterday had been spent shopping for stepson’s impending birthday. preventing sneaky little eyes peeking at them we had left them ‘safely’ locked in the boot.

Worst luck, as the boot opens I saw that they had indeed found our stash and nabbed them all. My upset immediately turned into raging anger. Not knowing whether to cry or punch something in my frustration. Only the man around to hit I chose crying as the safer option. He called the boy’s in blue while I decided to sob and curse on the pavement.

The man’s face became so red I actually begin to worry that it may fall off. With there being no point in us both losing the plot I decided that a relaxing panting technique should be encouraged. His reaction to this suggestion was an even more crimson shade.

An hour later I am standing in the toy shop. An overwhelming feeling of groundhog day swept over me. Same toy’s in basket, same slow sales woman and same annoying jingle on the overhead speakers. On a day like this I truly think emigrating is the only safe option.

As I left the shop with my faith in people at an all time low. I Felt an invasion of my space as a scruffy looking vagrant type tapped me on the shoulder. Rolling my eye’s at another impending drama I then noticed my purse in his hand.

“you left this by the till” he explained.

Flushed, I thanked him profusely and to my surprise was even tempted to give him a hug. Opting to shake his hand instead, a sense of well-being slowly returned.

Might have to put that emigrating idea on the back burner for now.

Croydon has it‘s good points. Primark for example…