About the break in

So, someone tried to break in to my flat last night.

I, miracle of miracles, was actually in bed and asleep at 2:30 this morning when I was awoken by loud noises at my door.  Tired, still slightly drunk, I go into the hall, look down the stairs to my front door…

And there’s part of a fucking crowbar wedged between my door and the frame.

I stood there, stunned, for a minute then I grabbed my phone and called the police.  At this point, they bugger off.

I grabbed a lager from the fridge and lit a cigarette, both to calm my nerves.  The police arrived and I couldn’t get the door opened.  Couldn’t even unlock it.  So, I talked to them through the gap that was now in my door.  I couldn’t really tell them much and they admitted that nothing would likely happen because the only description they got was two men dressed in black.  They did say they would be in the area more last night.

I finished my lager and tried to get back to sleep.

I had to get up early today anyway, so I phoned my landlord and he sent someone round to fix the door.  Soon as I got free, I spoke to the guy running the shop downstairs.  He’s got a security camera trained on my front door, so he’s going to review the footage. 

I’m fine, by the way.  Bit shaken up, but that’s to be expected really.

Two good things, though.  The first is that my UPVC door may look a tad flimsy but it’s a tough little fucker.  The second is that it’s my day to sign on, but it’s being done over the phone.  So, I didn’t have to risk a sanction by cancelling my appointment.

Will