6 December, 2007
I have had to spend a few days processing this week and to be honest I’m stil not sure I’m there. On Monday C called to say she’d been knocked off her bike by a motorist and needed to be picked up. A few big bruised areas and anger at motorists who forget they have a large lump of metal around them although I must admit I enjoyed her telling of her somewhat aggressive reaction to the person who hit her. Truly holding her own on that one.
With that passing behind us I was woken up Wednesday morning about 1:30am to the sound of smashing glass as some nong tried to get into our house. I had heard weird noises and woken up somewhat dazed. We always have weird noises in our neighbourhood, mainly as the people in our neighbourhood are weird. When the glass broke I figured the wind had blown something through he window (I know…) and as I wandered down the hall to check heard scrabbling noises. I started to think we’d somehow trapped a cat in the kitchen and it was freaking out, turned on the light and realised nothing had blown through the window, there was no cat and certain items had been moved around on the table. If it hadn’t been 1:30am I would have freaked out. It was only after wandering outside that I realised the gate was off it’s hinges and the garage door was wide open.
This is when the processing began…
Two things immediately: 1) The car culture in this country needs to change, 2) Stop breaking into my house, we don’t have cool shit…it’s all crap.That said, the positives of all this. I took Wednesday off work…I was bloody tired after two nights of almost no sleep and school was not going to happen. I had a good chat to our nice neighbour and set about securing doors, windows etc. A timely reminder going into Christmas. We are now paid up members of the Cycling Advocacy Network and are looking to help promote utility cycling in a friendly way. I got to know our local police a little better. I got to know our local insurance company again…after spending an hour on the phone with them I’d almost expect flowers. The burglar had to be a teenager…teachers know dickhead kids a mile away…this one broke the one window with no latch on it and after cleaning up the garage we realised they got away with very little of value. They also had no appreciation of the punk CDs as none were taken. It’s nice to know your local burglar is an incompetent, Britney Spears listening dumbass who really should have stayed at school. We have big fuckoff punk padlocks on our garage doors which just look cool…and presumably create some sort of barrier.
Still processing…