sick burglars
One Sunday night sitting at home feeling sorry for myself due to a bout of flu I managed to drag myself out of bed, into the kitchen - which for point of reference is on the second floor at the back of the house - and make a bowl of soup and some toast. I was watching Batman Returns on 5 and it was still only about 7 or 8 'o' clock.

While munching on my toast I heard a noise at the front door downstairs. Now, I live with three others so there's a fair amount of coming and going. Then I heard a smashing noise.

Instinctivly I got up and went for a look. From the top of the stairs I saw two trackie wearing neds who'd closed themselves in between our front door and storm doors then one had smashed the glass down the side of the front door and was undoing the yale.
"Oi" I shouted and then "Fuck off". Both turned around and scrabbled to get out past the storm doors they'd closed over themselves. I went down to the door, had a look outside to see if I could see them then went back in a called the police. Reported the attempted break in then went for another look at the door.

Sunday is a night we'd usually be out at the cinema and I assumed that's where everyone was when I was the only one to hear anything. But I also thought I better check the downstairs rooms incase they'd tried to break any windows etc. First groundfloor room is empty, second ground floor room has flatmate D in it reading a book on his bed.

"Alright D" I say. "Hear any unusual noises?"

"Nope, nothing".

"Well a couple of guys just tried to break in but don't worry about it I saw them off"

"Noooooo waaaay!" Up like a shot to inspect the broken glass.
(cannonfodder fodder for cannons on, Thu 14 Feb 2008, 12:54, Reply)