I have been burgled.
Not just any kind of burgled, the enter your house while you are sleeping burgled.
Yep, I am freaking out.
It is weird what goes through your mind when you realise that something like this has happened. In my case it was, “Where is the rental car?” Followed by what could best be described as my brain firing off random realities in which I was imagining the lack of rental car.
“Perhaps I drank too much last night.”
“No, I drank orange juice.”
“Perhaps someone moved the car.”
“I am the only person with a driving licence in this house.”
“Maybe I should wake the entire house and have them verify what I am witnessing is not a dream.”
Wake up entire house, realise my reality is valid.
Then realise that to steal car they had to come into the house and take the keys, which were in my handbag.
Commence round two freak out.
In the end they took wallets, keys, mobile phone and two laptops before speeding away in the lovely rental car we had for the weekend.
Of course with the freaking out comes the completely insane thoughts and actions:
1. Panic over having a £20k estate vehicle stolen quelled when I realise my bike is safe. (I have obviously lived in Oxford too long.)
2. Acceptance over the fact that my laptop probably needed to be upgraded anyway and decided to go out in a blaze of glory.
3. Sudden decision to scrub the carpet by hand.
4. Sudden need to bake 72 peanut butter cookies.
Yes, there are 72 peanut butter cookies in my kitchen right now. Because I need to obviously feed lots of people sugar in my manic depressive state. Perhaps to fuel a baseboard washing party.
Here is the thing, and it is truth: I lost stuff today. Stuff. Not people, not pets, not sentimental things. Stuff. And a £20k car that I took full insurance on. But that is stuff on wheels.
Last note: The people who came in did not take any of the charity donations. Not one pound coin, so I like to think Uncle Steve and Mike were protecting me on that front. Tomorrow is apparently a double or nothing day between 5 and 6 pm so I intend to take that change and do my best to double it up.
As Pete the Cat would say, “I guess it simply goes to show that stuff will come and stuff will go. But do we cry, goodness no. We just keep singing.”
… And baking a small ton of cookies.
“My buttons, my buttons…”
Sorry, Cristin. Horrible thing to happen to you all. Hope it all gets resolved soon.