||[Mar. 22nd, 2009|11:57 am]
Listen in, listen Ian!
At three this morning I was woken up by the sound of glass smashing. It sounded like it had come from outside, so being the public-spirited type of chap I am I rolled over and went back to sleep. I woke up again at about eight and stumbled towards the bathroom to see this:|
Oh, goodo. The appropriate response to that was obviously to go back to sleep and worry about it later. At about ten I was woken up by my very kind upstairs neighbours, who'd presumably knocked on my door and failed to wake me, boarding it up because they'd assumed I was away for the weekend. I've done all the calling the police/telling the letting agents stuff now and I'm waiting for the locksmith to come and board it up properly (the neighbours did a bit of a flimsy job. Wasters.) so that I can hopefully go out at some point.
Sigh. As a victim of crime I don't feel violated, or scared, or anything. It's just a fucking pain in the arse.