Well, we’ve been back exactly 10 months and to celebrate, our house was burgled.
Figures. Live right outside New York City for 15 years with never a peep of a problem, then move home to a little Yorkshire village where everyone assures us that burglary never usually happens, and get burgled!
We’re extremely lucky. The robbers thought the house was empty – we had just left about 15 minutes earlier – but we actually had a friend staying and he was at home. He was shocked to see a masked man burst into his bedroom, but not quite as shocked as the masked man was to see him. John leapt up and yelled at the robber, who turned and fled down the stairs shouting for his friends to run.
The police came right away but unfortunately the burglars had already escaped.
But here are all the ways we were lucky:
– Because they were interrupted, the thieves only got 2 laptops and an iPad, all of which are insured.
– Because it happened here in the UK, there were no guns involved
– John wasn’t hurt
– Our two cats were fine and didn’t get out (my worst worry to be honest)
– The house wasn’t trashed and no damage was done to our possessions.
The police were wonderful – efficient, kind, and very thorough. They think this same group has committed a few other burglaries within a 30-mile radius, so they really want to catch them. Therefore we had an armed response unit, a sniffer dog, CSI and CID along with the regular policeman who took our statement.
Everyone tells us that they can’t remember the last time a house in this village was burgled (just our luck!) and it seems the burglars were after jewelry because they made straight for the master bedroom and pulled out all the drawers. Sadly for them, neither of us wears any jewelry and we own nothing of great value. They grabbed the computers because they were lying on the bed, but they must have been a little disappointed in their haul. Should have picked another house, guys.