We had some excitement here last night. I was woken at just before 2am by my husband shouting out the window for something to get out of our yard. I was slightly disorientated, and assume he was yelling at a fox, but he’s not normally that vocal when the furry scum leap the fence. I leapt up in time to see a man jumping over our fence and out through our neighbours gate.
We have a back access alley which comes out at the top of the street, so I dashed down the stairs while asking the boxer shorted one where his camera was, but he didn’t know. I went out our front door and started to walk up the road, waiting for the intruder to come out the end of the alleyway. Fortunately I had a vest top and long cotton pants on, rather than baby dolls or anything unseemly!
I waited for a while, watching from afar, but I figured they’d been out the end and down the street before I’d got onto the road. Then I saw one. He was lurking by the corner. He saw me and moved into the road - by this time I was half way between him and our house. I crossed as well, but he’d disappeared. I kept walking towards the end of the road, then it occured to me that if he thought I was walking up towards him that he might be hunkered down behind a car waiting to clock me with a brick or worse. All the combat classes in the world didn’t really make me confident to kick him to death in my jammies, especially not if he had a knife.
I started walking backwards away from them, then suddenly I heard a car start. So I sprinted all the way back up to the end of the road in time to see a car reversing on the main road and taking off with the lights off. I got the number plate, and gave the three occupants a thumbs up and a wave, shouting “Thanks for that boys, lovely!” then I ran home reciting the number plate over and over.
The police arrived within ten minutes and took a statement. Mr boxer shorts was now fully dressed, and told them that he’d seen one tall lanky one walking back away from our house towards the shed, and when he shouted out a second one had bolted out of the shed. The police checked out the back and gave us some warnings about this happening a lot at the moment, then left via the alleyway. The good news potentially though, is that they stated at the car was “known” to them, which might mean that they know who they are looking for. Or it could just have meant that it was stolen.
It did occur to me that they know exactly where I live, since they must know I came from the house that shouted at them. That slighly unnerves me. But I hope they get caught. They probably wouldn’t have been messing about in our shed looking for tools if they’d realised we’d forgotten to lock the back door that night.