Monday at 11am I heard someone knocking loudly on my neighbour’s front door. She is a mail order enthusiast and I have taken in several items for her in the past including a trampette, a leaf blower and one of those squeedgy on a tall stick things for cleaning streetlights and chimmney pots. But it wasn’t a delivery man , it was a locksmith. He had a van that said so, and a big boy drill.
Within minutes the locksmith, who I later described to the police as looking like Bob the Builder, was joined by two blokes in another white van. I was wondering why my neighbour would choose to have her locks changed whilst she was out of the house, and why it took three men to do it – but those idle thoughts were in the deepest, darkest recesses of my truly enormous mind .
I stopped curtain twitching and carried on with my morning. I wrote some book, interrogated my sister-in-law on the ‘phone about why she had put up her Christmas tree and stabbed oranges with cinnamon and cloves already when it was still only November, ate a slice of lemon drizzle cake and Googled how Hopi Ear Candles work .
Meanwhile the three men were busy robbing next door. Not locksmiths but burglars, and I am a crap detective.
You’re certainly not a threat to Ms Marple or those dreadful pair on Lavender & Thyme or whatever it’s called !! I’m amazed your antennae didn’t light up – three men, white vans, an emtpy house and a drill? did you offer them some tea and lemon drizzle cake?
eeejit!
….blush
Anna May x
Actually, I’m certain I’d have done/thought the same as you —— rejoice in the fact that your curtain twitching did in fact deter the burglars SO WELL DONE !!!! Now back to more pressing matters— your christmas tree and clove studded orange phobias. Let me try again to explain, are you sitting comfortably…………..?
On one occasion the resident of the manse adjoining one side of Pickle Tower left her home, walked a quarter of a mile to the shop where the resident of the manse on t’other side of Pickle Tower worked and asked her “Were you expecting a man to climb up a ladder and get in your house via the front upstairs window today?” so your failure to conclude that four is the result of adding two and two is not entirely unique.
My husband did in fact call the police when we saw a strange man going into the house next door while our neighbour was away. Four police cars came screeching down the road, sirens wailing. Very dramatic it was. At least a dozen burly policemen rushed into the house. An arrest was iminent.
It turned out that our neighbour had arranged to have his carpets cleaned while he was away. I think the carpet cleaner man has been traumatized for life.