Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves

Gypsies – that’s easy; Sue, Trudi and George. Roomies with your mother! And couch surfing at 60 (not in the 60’s)

Tramps – covid lockdown has created more homeless, jobless and crazy desperate people in 2020

Thieves – desperation boredom, addiction or what ever drives humans to invade others domains is rife and took a visit to our sleepy little seaside village in broad daylight yesterday….the story begins:

Yesterday as a normal Tuesday, Trudi off to work, Sue and George hitting the screens before 8am and Jaxon (currently jobless) appearing around 8.30am. The start to the week has blown in high Tides, strong winds and waves…

The morning rolled on (working) and the tide rolled out…around midday I took a break and raced over the hill for a few essentials (food). Only away for 30 minutes, back into working at about 1.30pm the action began! A phone call from a concerned neighbour, our friends house alarm was going off (said friend away for a couple of days) and the thieves had been seen running out and driving off. Miss Marples (me) job was to get hold of our friend, the diligent neighbourhood watch and locals had already taken photos, taken down numberplate, staked out the entry point and were on the phone to the police, who by this time were racing over the hill en force.

While the hunt for the perpetrators was on, no entry to the house allowed, it was a matter of providing updates to absent friend and placating a couple of old bikies, who had been followed into Waiwera by the police. They thought they might have been in trouble and were a little nervous as they had had a couple of drinks at lunch! I assured them the police were not interested in them and suggested breathing in the fresh sea air for a bit before heading on their way!

Until it was time for Miss Marples help…back to the drawing board and a few more emails answered! When entry allowed to unlock and see what may have been taken! My neighbourhood watch neighbour (the 1st responder) and me went with the police, who first armed themselves (it gets real with guns) and did a sweep through to check no nasties were still lurking.

All clear, but another lock up and leave until forensics arrived, the idiots had left a drop or two of blood where they entered the broken window! A forensics dream – makes their job easy.

Back to work again, then the call to unlock and let in the CSI team! Actually one chap, but being a TV watcher of forensic investigation programmes, I sort of felt like I’d climbed into my dream job! By dusk it was time to call in the builders to secure the broken door, lucky I have a builder and apprentice (sons) just down the road! As the sun went down, the calm returned to our little world, and a beer less week promise to oneself was broken. After such an eventful day I enjoyed a couple of cool Speights. And today is only Wednesday!