This is quite amusing really; This post stops abruptly, if you listen carefully at the end, there is a knock on my door and it opens and a woman clutching a bunch of grapes poked her head in and asked whether she could pick some mushroom around my h…
This is quite amusing really; This post stops abruptly, if you listen carefully at the end, there is a knock on my door and it opens and a woman clutching a bunch of grapes poked her head in and asked whether she could pick some mushroom around my home. I stepped out and laughed, and told her outright, that a few weeks previously someone else had knocked on my door and asked for a jerry-can, which I gave him and on his way back to the "tractor" which had" broken down" he simply threw the jerry-can away. I showed her the damage which was still visible from his visit the following day, when I was not home, as he forced his way in.
At that moment I saw a guy hanging around at the entrance to my garden, who looked familiar. I confronted him and told him he had been to my place at least three times . which was true, he denied it of course, but I knew full well that he had. I insisted that twice I had been there and the third time I was not, and I had been robbed just as I had recently been.
He started the "are you calling me a thief? business and I assured him that I was, having satisfied myself that I could handle him without problem at which point he and his lady legged it at speed, I had to limp along more slowly because of my wounded leg and I noted they did not bother to look for any mushrooms, I heard their car start up and pull away, I waited, because I was sure they would pass again in the other direction, because to turn directly left would have been difficult because of oncoming traffic and no doubt he thought I might be following him with my pencil in hand.
He turned right into a side road and came back past my place, I noted most of his number plate, but not all because a car passed in the other direction, blocking my view and my villain was driving fast. However I could not be one-hundred percent certain that it was indeed the same couple in the White Kangoo because it is a common model, and the thieves could have driven on down the side-road, and as is the way with these things an innocent person could been in the wrong place at the wrong time and take the blame but the Police assured me that they would be able to trace the owner and not to worry, if it was a well-known family of thieves they would let me know. I have been robbed at least half a dozen times this year alone and I am getting a bit tired of it. I hope you enjoyed that little tale of my daily life.
