A rude awakening...
I was woken up at 4:30 this morning by the sound of creaking floorboards. Angie thought it might be a mouse. "Bloody big mouse". Armed with a mirror - it was there and it was heavy - I went to invetigate. Hiding behing my kitchen coutner I found a 5'8" tall Mediterranean looking man who claimed "I'm just looking for somewhere to squat, show me the way out and I won't cause any trouble" whilst flashing a knife.
I showed him to the door and as he exited noticed he'd picked up my camera bag which contained my Nikon Coolpix 5700, a pair of £185 sunglasses and , er, some other bits. But I wasn't going to get into a fight over it.
When the police came [as they did, promptly] they were really good. They found a ladder propped outside of my flat which had come from a local building site. The burglar had climbed up and through our bedroom window whilst we slept and walked through our bedroom without waking us. Scary.
The polcie got fingerprints, and we've had a look at mugshots, but who knows if anything will come of it. They seem to be taking if very seriously. And Angie and I seem to have dealt with any issues it may have caused, so all goes on.
My advice: don't sleep with your windows wide open!
