On Tuesday afternoon, I came home from a long day with Dad. We were trying to do some sewing of a part of an annex on the van... it didn't work out all that well.
I was tired and so I got everything out of the car, made sure it was locked up and dumped my keys on the kitchen table... I didn't go out into the car port again.
The next morning, I went outside to find my car had been broken into! It was unlocked and ransacked! Three of the doors had been just latched and everything was everywhere! I felt so violated! I called the police and it took them until today to come and fingerprint it... they've been so busy with the case of the Logan girl, and there's been other things going on too... and I'm not alone in this either - yep, there's a spate of car break-ins around my area. The policewoman said that if my car hadn't been unlocked (which it looked like I did accidentally the night before by dumping the keys on the table), they would have broken a window to get in. But she thought it was unusual that my car is a dark colour and parked in a really dark place - they would have needed a torch to get into it let alone find it; seeing I didn't have a light on that night.
Writer, poet, artist and prolific reader.... that's me.
I'm a collector of books, vinyls, coin purses and strange handbags... that's me too.
Otherwise, I love...
