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I once wished as a teenager to lead an interesting life, to live anything but normal. *kicks 15 year old self*
If a sense of normaility does exist in my life, it is slowly returning.
If you hadn't already heard, we got burgalled.
They stole our TV, cash and jewellery. They kicked in our front door almost taking the frame with it, broke the lock on the back door and smashed the back window.
This I could forgive, but they didn't need to ransack our home in the process, did they?!
Finally after two solid days of cleaning (and crying) the house is looking normal. the window and doors fixed to the best of their ability, the clothes back in drawers, the broken stuff in the bin and a TV (albeit a good deal smaller) in the lounge on which to watch Good News Week.
What we can't shake is the lack of security in our little home. We feel exposed, naked, violated, invaded, victims of non-consentual home invasion. Anyone who has been in the same possition can relate, I'm sure.
Funny how a box of Smashing Pumpkins CD's keeps coming to mind!
But we are recovering quickly. The knot of fear in the stomach at what we will find when we return home is loosening off, biti by bit.
The Bunnygirl is running happily around in circles again.
We are counting our lucky stars that John proposed when he did and that the ring was on my finger, not in plain sight on our kitchen table.
My Moonstone ring, previously thought taken, was found safe and sound prooving once and for all that it IS a lucky Buddah!
We still jump at the slightest noise outside, we still triple check the door is locked,
but slowly we are relaxing.
If a sense of normaility does exist in my life, it is slowly returning.
If you hadn't already heard, we got burgalled.
They stole our TV, cash and jewellery. They kicked in our front door almost taking the frame with it, broke the lock on the back door and smashed the back window.
This I could forgive, but they didn't need to ransack our home in the process, did they?!
Finally after two solid days of cleaning (and crying) the house is looking normal. the window and doors fixed to the best of their ability, the clothes back in drawers, the broken stuff in the bin and a TV (albeit a good deal smaller) in the lounge on which to watch Good News Week.
What we can't shake is the lack of security in our little home. We feel exposed, naked, violated, invaded, victims of non-consentual home invasion. Anyone who has been in the same possition can relate, I'm sure.
Funny how a box of Smashing Pumpkins CD's keeps coming to mind!
But we are recovering quickly. The knot of fear in the stomach at what we will find when we return home is loosening off, biti by bit.
The Bunnygirl is running happily around in circles again.
We are counting our lucky stars that John proposed when he did and that the ring was on my finger, not in plain sight on our kitchen table.
My Moonstone ring, previously thought taken, was found safe and sound prooving once and for all that it IS a lucky Buddah!
We still jump at the slightest noise outside, we still triple check the door is locked,
but slowly we are relaxing.