Some years ago I was single again and dating again This night I had been out on a date. it had been great night. I got home at about 11pm.
I am a light sleeper and about 1 to 1:30 am I heard some noise in the house and some lights flashing.
I was close to the road and thought it was some activity on the road. So I rolled over and tried to sleep.
But then I heard the noise and saw light again. I think I have a visitor.
My bedroom joins a small hallway and the lounge is opposite .
I’m going to have to get up and challenge this intruder, in my undies and singlet. No time for formalities. As I’m tip toeing on carpet towards the lounge door I am thinking when he comes through the door way , I’ll ankle tap him and then kick him when he’s down. The courtroom drama yes your honour my client was brutally assaulted in an unprovoked attack.
Hmmm. Now my skin is goose-bumped and ready for anything . I put head into the doorway and say
“Hey what are you doing?”
“I’ve just come to collect my mates stuff”. This dark figure emerges and from the dark. The street light s shines on this huge man with the classic , Balaclava and bag on the back and all black. I guess he didn’t want his mate to recognise him if he was even here!
There goes all thoughts of my beating this guy.
“Your mate doesn’t live here”
He strides right passed me real casually . Arguing still that “this is the place”
“Well lets talk about this place and what’s your name?”
It’s a small house we already through the back door now and I can’t make out his replies. I’m just glad he’s getting outta here.
I’m at the back door and he’s smashed the laundry light that I switched on behind so I still can’t get a look. He is white though, and he has a moustache.
By the time I get to the door. He’s mounting the neighbours fence to scarper.
Already I’m turning on my heels and back to the kitchen to ring the cops.
“your in luck there’s a dog handler in your neighbourhood right now”.
The burglar runs into him almost while I’m on the phone…Yeah yeah we got him”
In about 5 minutes . I have 6 cops arrive and the dog handler has the guy in his van.
The others come in and they bring the bag of stuff in and start emptying the stuff …
Yes it’s all mine ….we gotta take this in evidence…”Hang on. Can I get my car and house keys from my jacket pocket”
All good. I make them all a cup of tea . Extra sugar for me to calm the goosebumps.
We’re chatting and someone’s taking notes. “Quite night? ..This was a pleasing but unexpected response. “
Yes was the reply…then “ksssh” goes the radio phone – “there’s a massive (95) break in , in progress”. They all disappear into the night. With my jackets and my burglar who was just quietly looking for his mates stuff.
It took a while after this night to have a real quiet night again.