The Day The Thieves Came To Call

Monday, I woke up feeling like crap, thought about having the day off, but had a meeting that was important for someone else, so soldiered on and went to work.

Was that a good thing or not?

Because sometime that day, thieves came a calling on our house.

Would they not have come if I was home, or would they have come anyway and then I would had the whole home invasion thing.

You see, they came not to steal from our house, although they did that too, they came to take my hubby's car (and possibly mine).  Hubby drove a Subaru Impreza WRX, pearl white in colour with leather seats and sunroof.  The car he had wanted for so long and finally could afford to buy.

Of course, hubby was at work and so they did what they do now, they ransack your house to find the spare car keys and then they come back later and steal your car.

We thought we had outsmarted them, we moved both our cars, but somehow they found hubby's car anyway.  It was just a kilometre or so away, but it is too random that they saw it there from a casual drive by as my daughter is not on a main road.  So they either followed us there when we were dropping it off, or they followed my daughter home when she dropped us back here.  All of that leaves an unsavoury taste in my mouth, but I refuse to get paranoid, well not much anyway.

The bastards, broke into my daughter's car, pushed it out of the way and drove off in hubby's.  The hysterical phone call I got from my daughter at 7am in the morning was horrible.  I felt horrible for her, she felt horrible for us.  To make matters worse, she had already had been broken into and robbed before, once when she and my grand-daughter were asleep so it bought back so many memories for her.

My car was safely tucked away at a friends, who also lives fairly close by and is now hidden somewhere else waiting for the new electronic key to come from the Eastern States.

The forensic policewoman told us they were after the car as soon as she saw hubby's car in the driveway, after checking the house for fingerprints and finding none, she told us they were professionals, she could tell by the way they wiped things clean.  Her theory was they knew our routine, that's a little scary too.

Hubby doesn't want his car back, he hopes it's gone for good.  Of course, if we get it back we will sell it quickly and get him a new one.

It is quite sad that someone covets something you have worked so hard for, feels that it is okay to just come and take it.  I am consoling myself in the fact that I am surrounded by so many good people, so the few bad apples can not break me down.  Hubby is not coping that well, his depression is back BIG TIME.  He just can't understand how someone thinks it is okay to do this.  He will be okay though, cause he has me and a great family that will work to keep him well.  His work is also being supportive which is good.

To me, the most important things in my life are my family, friends and animals.  As long as they are all safe, then my world is okay.  Sure I lost lots, all my jewelry including my Aunt's pearls.  Also gone is my grandmothers canteen of cutlery, nearly 100 years old, silver with mother of pearl handles in a beautiful polished wooden canteen, lined with crushed velvet.  We didn't use it, but it had sentimental value.  But they are just things, irreplaceable things, but things none the less.

Life goes on, thieves came a calling, but they won't break me, because I just won't let them.