The Large One
Who's Next?
Last night, while out at Uncle Buck’s 30th Birthday beano, our house was burgled. Basically, the little bastard, whoever he is, got away with one of Mrs TLO's computer monitors, her laptop, some jewellery, a couple of items of sentimental stuff - and my computer. Funnily enough, he left behind the usual suspects like DVD player, TV, stereo etc.
The little piece of shit smashed a window in the basement at the back, climbed in through it, and went through the house to the second and third floors where we live. Thankfully, he never touched any of the school stuff - now that would have been heartbreaking.
Anyhoo, what it does mean is that my entire history of design; all the things I have done away from the office for the past eight years has now gone – which leaves me a tad on the cross side. One of the things I have to do is ascertain how I can go about plastering over the issues that this burglary has caused. I could have backed up the work to an external hard-drive, but one never quite thinks that your own inner sanctum - your bedroom - is ever going to be invaded.
It's quite wierd feeling how I do today. I've never had a house I live in burgled, and it is a f***ing, horrible, nasty feeling. Meanwhile, me and Mrs TLO are going to try and make the best of a highly unpleasant situation, and soldier on through. Her losses are not as bad as they could have been – the laptop, thankfully, had not a great deal of any real importance on it, the office damage was superficial, and the sentimental items we will deal with in our own way. I am writing this from my work laptop, which was thankfully not in the house last night - I am sure the little scrote would have had that as well.
Sorry for the offload, but I feel marginally better for writing this down now. Love and peace.
The little piece of shit smashed a window in the basement at the back, climbed in through it, and went through the house to the second and third floors where we live. Thankfully, he never touched any of the school stuff - now that would have been heartbreaking.
Anyhoo, what it does mean is that my entire history of design; all the things I have done away from the office for the past eight years has now gone – which leaves me a tad on the cross side. One of the things I have to do is ascertain how I can go about plastering over the issues that this burglary has caused. I could have backed up the work to an external hard-drive, but one never quite thinks that your own inner sanctum - your bedroom - is ever going to be invaded.
It's quite wierd feeling how I do today. I've never had a house I live in burgled, and it is a f***ing, horrible, nasty feeling. Meanwhile, me and Mrs TLO are going to try and make the best of a highly unpleasant situation, and soldier on through. Her losses are not as bad as they could have been – the laptop, thankfully, had not a great deal of any real importance on it, the office damage was superficial, and the sentimental items we will deal with in our own way. I am writing this from my work laptop, which was thankfully not in the house last night - I am sure the little scrote would have had that as well.
Sorry for the offload, but I feel marginally better for writing this down now. Love and peace.