4.5.08

Manual of Life - "Ohhh hec....Oh. Fuck." moments

Those instances when you realise that a situation that at first glance seemed just bad, is actually worse than you had assumed.

e.g. Realising that the glass-panelled back door of your house has not shattered after being slammed shut by a gust of wind, but is like that because you have been targetted for the purposes of hostile re-appropriation of goods.

Such moments are likely to cause a temporary heightened awareness of senses, often resulting in much sharp glancing at shadows, startling at sudden sounds, and three-hour sleep periods at night. They can also seriously put a cramp on your weekend.

15 comments:

Space Bar said...

what are weekends?

km said...

Oh bummer.

A break in? Call the cops yet?

Space Bar said...

see - i was trying hard to avoid noticing that this might be autobiographical...

lekhni said...

Scary. Very scary. Hope the door is fixed now?

??! said...

"what are weekends?"
Says the woman who's got time enough to spend summer re-reading her books.

KM:
We even had a forensic expert come around, with actual dusting of panes - and, crucially, the finding of prints. They were all "very pleased", and found the discovery "lovely".

Space:
The trick is to mix it all up, and keep 'em guessing. Heh.

lekhni:
Boarded up for now. New (completely wooden) door comes this week.

NightWatchmen said...

Ouch, not the good thing to go through. We hope things are at their appropriate places rather than re-appropriated to hostile locations.

??! said...

nightwatchmen:
A laptop. That's all they apparently had time to take off with. Still, could've been worse.

Puppy Manohar said...

Dear ??!,

How strange. This is the 3rd break-in story I am hearing in the past few weeks.

Glad to hear that you are well.

Regards,

Puppy Manohar

Tabula Rasa said...

ouch. how off-putting.

??! said...

Puppy:
Thank you. It's the second I'm hearing of - a vet surgery two doors down was broken into three days before I was.

TR:
Quite. However, I did get a call from the cops, and then Victims Support (!), to check on how I was holding up well. I looove the Brits.

Tabula Rasa said...

i have a friend who has a hilarious story about a briefcase of his getting stolen, and the brit fbi cross-questioning him, looking for fingerprints, and attempting to estimate the value of the contents of the briefcase (it was full of old photos).

??! said...

They do seem to be very keen about details - including my height(?) and date of birth.

lekhni said...

Uh, oh? Laptop? Hope it didn't contain any financial info?
See, I can be Job's comforter :(

Height and date of birth? Then of course, they asked you marital status and father's/husband's name? No, I guess that happens only in India..

??! said...

Lekhni:
Thankfully no details. But all passwords were immediately changed, to avoid smarty-hacker types from using old data.

Not really, strangely. Although I now know I'm classified as A1 (Asian Indian) by the Brits. Was tempted to do a very "Correct! Apun ekdum A1 maal hain, kya? Jhakaas!" routine on the poor PC, but he looked so little boyish, that I decided not to confuse him more.

Puppy Manohar said...

Dear ??!,

Thank you for that information. This goes into my Anonymous Blogger Information File.

Regards,

Puppy Manohar

1-800-NOPRIVACY
"I snoop. I'm a dog. You have a problem with that?"