Thank Goodness For That…

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After the disruption of the past few days, I felt ready for a little bit of calm in my life.  Well, my dears, fortunately my wish was granted and for a couple of days after my flat was ransacked, the building was extremely quiet.  My two young friends were marvellous and my neighbour, although not a new friend – the lovely Georgie – also added her two penny worth into the mix.

After Teddy had dusted white powder everywhere the flat looked worse than ever.  I knew it would be necessary to see if there were any fingerprints left by the miscreants – but, no that would have been expecting too much.  It would appear that they wore gloves to ensure that they didn’t leave any clues to their identity.

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It was only over the next couple of days that we discovered what was missing.  Although we tried to make a list it’s funny that, at the time, you can’t think and only obvious items register as missing.  In actual fact, they didn’t take any large items, just things which were easily carried and they really made an awful mess.  After checking, I found that my jewellery box had been emptied – there were trinkets and other pieces which had been taken.  I always wear my wedding ring, and fortunately my eternity ring wasn’t in there.  For some reason I keep it safe, in its box in a spare toilet bag at the bottom of my bedside cabinet.  My engagement ring is in there too, so the pieces taken from my jewellery box had been inherited from my mother and mother-in-law. There were some pretty pieces but I hadn’t had them valued for some years and at that time we decided not to insure them separately. 

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One of the main problems related to my stash of yarns – not easy to value – who keeps a running total of the cost of their yarn?  I certainly didn’t and no, I hadn’t got the receipts either.  The burglars had just poured flour over a pile of wool which they had thrown onto the floor.  They then emptied a kettle of water over it!!

Georgie brought a large quantity of black bin bags and wearing her rubber gloves just grabbed anything that couldn’t be saved and tipped it into the bags.  Teddy spoke to the insurance company who said that they would accept photographic evidence of the burglary after Teddy gave them a crime number and name of the police officer in charge.

Giselle made some lovely cakes and a wonderful casserole – enough for a couple of days – and we all ate in Georgie’s flat. We made a list of what needed replacing and G made a visit to our local superstore to buy some essentials – mugs, plates and of course new bedding.  There were many other things which will need replacing – but for now I just needed the damaged items away from the flat so that we could start afresh.

Although my lovely friends have made it so much easier for me, I still feel incredibly upset.  I also discovered that some money which I kept in a spare container labelled “sugar” had been taken.  I had my purse in my handbag which I took with me when I left the flat in such a hurry, but hadn’t given any thought to my secret hoard.  There was £200 in there – just added to in ten and twenty pound notes over the weeks.  I always like to keep an amount of cash ready for any emergency.  Oh well, the money can be replaced – the memory of the chaos in my flat will take much longer to erase from my mind.

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I haven’t forgotten about Philip Jones, my dears – he is a constant concern.  I do hope that you’ll just bear with me for a few more days and then I’ll bring you all up to date regarding his situation.  I just need a little more time to straighten myself out and then I’ll be back to normal – whatever normal is…  Till then – As Always –

With Love – Jan xx

Published by Jan

I'm retired, disabled and after sudden death of wonderful husband, have moved closer to my son, daughter-in-law and baby, Charlie. I live in sheltered housing at the bottom end of the scale called Independent Living. I had been in an online Knit and Natter group for a couple of years before Ian died and the members of the group were and still are a wonderful support to me. Since moving here I have now got my own little Facebook group where the members are now my friends and extended family. It was suggested that I write a blog - so here we are!!

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