thieving robbing bar stewards!!!!

Ok!!! sooooooooooo 2010 is an official 'washout' of a year already and it's only March.. I would like to propose an end to this, the second worst year of my life (second to 2008 which was THE worst year of my life) and feel we should make a speedy jump into 2011 now please.. yes I realise we have done this before and all of you poor people that lost a birthday last time will lose another including me (due to hit the big 35 this time) and my hubby Ricardo who is due to hit 40.. I sincerely doubt he'll be bothered about missing that one though..lol.

Why? I hear you asking.. why would we like to obliterate 2010 from memory?

Well.. this morning's tale starts with the evening of the 9th February.. the kids are in bed (yes I'm including Rich in that one..lol) and I am turning off lights and feeding the cat and heading that way myself.. up the stairs I go, checking the door is locked and the windows closed on the way of course..

I sink into my nice warm bed next to my snoring husband and close my eyes... Two minutes later (well it feels like 2 minutes its actually 6 hours later) I'm woken with the words..

"Jen get up, we've been burgled.."

WHAT?!?!?!?!

You know that sinking feeling you get sometimes when something has gone wrong? You go all hot and cold at the same time and then that clammy feeling as you go to visually confront the thing that you don't want to see because as you're sitting there on the edge of the bed in your pj's not looking at it you can almost pretend you dreamt the words and if you just slide back into bed when you wake up in another hour it will have gone away and wont really have happened at all?? Yeah... I got that.

But... being the woman I am I got out of bed.. primarily to shout at my husband for running up and down the stairs - I didn't want the children awake!! LOL

Downstairs I go to find an unusual sight. There are towels and laundry all over the floor... hmm.

Rich is pacing and the cat is shaking (my poor cat had been downstairs the whole time), the place is freezing (back door open) and my car (amongst other things) is missing.

It seems that some tw*t (my descriptive skills can think of no other more suitable, less sweary word although they can think of much better swear words to describe them.. if u would like a list of these please email at the usual place..lol) has decided that they are entitled to the things in my house and also that they would like to take them away... in my car!!!

They came in through the conservatory door at the back - which I will just add it takes them approximately 9 (yes NINE) seconds to bust the lock and open so please... invest in new locks on your upvc doors and windows - and have helped themselves to my hard earned things.

In the winter our conservatory is quite chilly and is basically used as a utility/storage place and I had been on a washing spree, the clean laundry was in a pile on the sofa ready to go upstairs and be put away.. they'd spread it across the wooden floor to minimise sound and prevent leaving foot prints as it was wet outside. clever little shits.
Of course they were gloved too and so there were no finger prints.

Thankfully a very kind lady found a bag they had stolen with a diary in it and had called me to say she found it later that day and the police found the car in the evening but everything else taken was lost.

They took the kids nintendo wii and DS lite, Rich's coat which had Heather's purse in it (she was gutted) 2 handbags, 2 laptops, some jewellry and my designer perfume and No..before you ask, I am NOT happy that some burgling scroat's girlfriend is walking round the local estate smelling like my Valentino perfume..
They left the big tv but i think that was because I'm such a scruffy bitch and the wires at the back of my tv resemble spaghetti junction - a fact I will not be changing because they'd obviously tried to unplug it and failed miserably HAHA.

The most upsetting thing was that in the sideboard I had a little box.. and in this little box was a lock of my Dad's hair, his 2 watches and Jake's baby teeth and they took that too. Bastards.

So that was February... and the reason for my absence as obviously, we've had no computers to connect to the internet. Thankfully we were insured and we're now just about back to where we were (with the exception of the insurance excesses and cost of new locks etc.. all in all this burglary has cost me a fortune that I can't claim back) although we're still waiting for the car back because the little buggers ragged it to buggery and knackered the axle .. yeah I have NO idea what that means either... I just drive it. lol

But in all of this there was some good news.. yes.. the day of the burglary was on Parents evening. My daughter is a genius (Heather) and her sister is a chatterbox (Lina) and their brother has his head in a literacy fog somewhere... BUT I won the raffle!!!!!!!!! LOL So yes.. thanks to the lovely ladies at school I got a bottle of wine and some chocolates..

Since then the thieving little buggers have been caught but will probably only get a slap on the wrist. I have to say though that the police at the station in my little village were absolutely brilliant, from PC Buckley that was first on the scene and made my kids feel safe again with her brilliant idea of "Buckley's Bedtime Basket" (see below**) to the community policeman Paul who came to see us a few days later to check we were ok and to give us one of those special postcode pen things and everyone in between, the finger print lady.. the guys that found the car.. they were all brilliant so big kudos to the West Yorks Police Dept and thanks for your help!!

So.. moving on to 2011 now, who's with me?? lol





** Buckley's Bedtime Basket. - Everyone should have one, get a basket and get the kids to put their special things in it before they go to bed, the DS.. their purses, mum and dad's phones n stuff, handbag etc and the last person to go up to bed takes the basket up. according to the police a burglar that enters your home at night rarely goes upstairs so take your things with you... dont ever leave your keys in your bag (like I did.. lol).

So.. the Savage's get a basket and jake puts his new DS in it, Heather puts her new purse in and Angelina puts in the head from her Simon Cowell Bobble head doll... just the head "Cos that is the most precious-est bit int'it Mummy??" Serious. no lie. f*ckin nearly pissed myself. Love my kids..lol