Crimewatch update.
Sunday, 18. February 2007, 19:04:24
And as another day dawns upon the victims of the crime of the century we take you once again to our man outside Dekesville Towers, the massive estate of one of Englands oldest and most respected families.
On second thoughts, stuff them, as I regaled yesterday, someone got into our car and took stuff. Just not as much as I thought. Today I went out to the car with a clear head a torch to see what else, if anything, was missing, and it all got just a little bit more strange.
I found the scissors.
That was a massive relief to me since, as I may have mentioned, I was a trifle concerned what the perp wanted with them. Well what he (Or she, I'm an equal opportunities victim here) wanted with them was to use them to force open the 'safe box' which resides just under the driver's gear changing elbow. It's not really a safe box because it has no lock, but it is a bit of a swine to open, so our malefactor presumably assumed that it was locked and used the scissors to prize it open, then s/he dropped the scissors into it. Big sigh of relief. They took my small change, which if I recall was about 7P so I shan't be making out an extra crime sheet for that, but they also dropped the GPS unit in there. My guess is that they tried to operate it and finding that all they got was an error message (The out of date maps I mentioned yesterday) assumed it didn't work and chucked it into the nearest hole.
I was so delighted by this that it didn't occur to me to see if it did still work or if they'd managed to completely burger it up. Note to self. Do that before you get to bed tonight or I shall be very angry with you. You know how you forget things, you fool you.
I also found the little cardboard clock that goes with mum's invalid parking permit (You set it to the time you arrived and if you're not back in 3 hours they either raise the alarm or give you a parking violation notice. Or both.) They both had the car's registration number written on them in suposedly indelible ink, but the permit, being laminated, would be very easy to clean off, whereas the cardboard clock... Well I guess most of you already know what indelible ink does to cardboard. So they'd shoved it up behind the glove box.
You have to lie on the floor to do that. I know this because I was lying on the floor when I saw it. For a moment I thought maybe they'd stuffed the permit up there as well, but no such luck. Now I'm perplexed. Did they go to all this trouble to make the car look unsullied so we wouldn't know when it was robbed? Why drop the scissors and the GPS into the safe box and shut it again? Why hide the cardboard clock?
This just seems like so much trouble just to steal a parking permit and a CD and is completely unlike the other occasions when we've been broken into. On both those occasions they didn't even bother shutting the door, let alone tidying up after themselves.
Oh well. I've just spent the day sitting by the fire watching our CCTV footage of the last few days. Well, so far about 16½ hours of it if I'm being honest, and most of it was at 5 times normal speed, and I did pause to make Sunday dinner, but that's still around 4 hours sat in front of the box watching the world's most boring movie pass before my eyes. In the end I had to get up and do something more exciting instead.
No, not this. I'm going to have a bath. I feel hot, tired, and sweaty, and a nice hot bath seems like the perfect solution to all three of those problems rolled into one.
The water's running as I write. In fact it's about up to my ankles.
That last bit was a lie, by the way.
On second thoughts, stuff them, as I regaled yesterday, someone got into our car and took stuff. Just not as much as I thought. Today I went out to the car with a clear head a torch to see what else, if anything, was missing, and it all got just a little bit more strange.
I found the scissors.
That was a massive relief to me since, as I may have mentioned, I was a trifle concerned what the perp wanted with them. Well what he (Or she, I'm an equal opportunities victim here) wanted with them was to use them to force open the 'safe box' which resides just under the driver's gear changing elbow. It's not really a safe box because it has no lock, but it is a bit of a swine to open, so our malefactor presumably assumed that it was locked and used the scissors to prize it open, then s/he dropped the scissors into it. Big sigh of relief. They took my small change, which if I recall was about 7P so I shan't be making out an extra crime sheet for that, but they also dropped the GPS unit in there. My guess is that they tried to operate it and finding that all they got was an error message (The out of date maps I mentioned yesterday) assumed it didn't work and chucked it into the nearest hole.
I was so delighted by this that it didn't occur to me to see if it did still work or if they'd managed to completely burger it up. Note to self. Do that before you get to bed tonight or I shall be very angry with you. You know how you forget things, you fool you.
I also found the little cardboard clock that goes with mum's invalid parking permit (You set it to the time you arrived and if you're not back in 3 hours they either raise the alarm or give you a parking violation notice. Or both.) They both had the car's registration number written on them in suposedly indelible ink, but the permit, being laminated, would be very easy to clean off, whereas the cardboard clock... Well I guess most of you already know what indelible ink does to cardboard. So they'd shoved it up behind the glove box.
You have to lie on the floor to do that. I know this because I was lying on the floor when I saw it. For a moment I thought maybe they'd stuffed the permit up there as well, but no such luck. Now I'm perplexed. Did they go to all this trouble to make the car look unsullied so we wouldn't know when it was robbed? Why drop the scissors and the GPS into the safe box and shut it again? Why hide the cardboard clock?
This just seems like so much trouble just to steal a parking permit and a CD and is completely unlike the other occasions when we've been broken into. On both those occasions they didn't even bother shutting the door, let alone tidying up after themselves.
Oh well. I've just spent the day sitting by the fire watching our CCTV footage of the last few days. Well, so far about 16½ hours of it if I'm being honest, and most of it was at 5 times normal speed, and I did pause to make Sunday dinner, but that's still around 4 hours sat in front of the box watching the world's most boring movie pass before my eyes. In the end I had to get up and do something more exciting instead.
No, not this. I'm going to have a bath. I feel hot, tired, and sweaty, and a nice hot bath seems like the perfect solution to all three of those problems rolled into one.
The water's running as I write. In fact it's about up to my ankles.
That last bit was a lie, by the way.
WIDGETIZE