Break in
Friday night, came back from having dinner with PD, B, TimW and AnnaB in Richmond and find the front door lock doesn't seem to work. Then I notice that the top and bottom of the door are bashed in and lots of lights are on that I did not leave one.
So, I retreat and call the police. Then my housemate. He arrived first. We went in through the back, and the place had been tossed.
I lost a antique metal box which I put my SCA awards, ear-rings and similar nick-nacks plus my old iPhone (which has no sim card). My housemate Snake lost a tv, a Playstation (that doesn't work), his good doona (they seemed to have wrapped the gear in it: I found his remote outside Saturday morning).
The police turned up and took details. We could move fabric, but leave other stuff untouched so the crime scene folk could have a go.
The two crime scene guys turned up late Saturday afternoon. Not much joy there. Apparently, fingerprints are a hard, shiny surface thing and that's about it.
Snake hammered a beam across the front door after they left. Apparently, the old lock held up, they had to bash the door off its hinges to get in. They must have shut it immediately and gone out the back. Likely there were two of them (a lookout and a kicker), since folk walk past the front to and from the railway station fairly regularly.
Haven't suffered a break in before. Sigh.
So, I retreat and call the police. Then my housemate. He arrived first. We went in through the back, and the place had been tossed.
I lost a antique metal box which I put my SCA awards, ear-rings and similar nick-nacks plus my old iPhone (which has no sim card). My housemate Snake lost a tv, a Playstation (that doesn't work), his good doona (they seemed to have wrapped the gear in it: I found his remote outside Saturday morning).
The police turned up and took details. We could move fabric, but leave other stuff untouched so the crime scene folk could have a go.
The two crime scene guys turned up late Saturday afternoon. Not much joy there. Apparently, fingerprints are a hard, shiny surface thing and that's about it.
Snake hammered a beam across the front door after they left. Apparently, the old lock held up, they had to bash the door off its hinges to get in. They must have shut it immediately and gone out the back. Likely there were two of them (a lookout and a kicker), since folk walk past the front to and from the railway station fairly regularly.
Haven't suffered a break in before. Sigh.