This morning brought a not-so-welcome surprise. My neighbour called at the door at 8:30 AM with some bad news. He was looking out of his kitchen window, where my car sits right outside. Both of the driver’s side windows had been shattered.
Nothing was stolen, and I had to unlock the door to open it so I doubt anyone rummaged around inside (unless they were nice enough to lock the doors as they left – I mean, there are unsafe people around here). Later this morning I had another neighbour call by. She said they got her husband’s truck and even came on their driveway to get there! This is all a day after I found out the church been broken into (Wilpshire – they broke into the under-the-church storage space, and like my car, nothing was stolen).
The police constable has just left. He was very nice, but of course what can he do? I reported it just to add to the other things that have been going on. Still, he wanted to make sure I was OK and to report any kids lurking around my garden (there have been a few hanging out by my garage). Savannah seemed quite enthralled witht the PC. She watched him talk the whole time, not at all scared of him! Now we just wait for the insurance company’s glass repair to fix the car.