31 December 2013

I got up early, switched on the computer, went out to look at the day, decided I’d go back to bed and read for a bit, didn’t lock the door again, dozed  and heard a noise and woke up to see a young bloke with my mobile in his hand at the foot of my bed.

 “So who the f**k are you….” I asked and obviously he took off.  

 Here’s my note to son, Gabe.    No big deal.

Post-script 1 January:  It turns out to be a bigger deal than I thought.  This was no opportunistic theft, as I had imagined.  I didn’t leave the screen door unlocked at all:  the screen was cut in two places to access the latches – very neat L shaped incisions to make a flap – he’s done this before.  He was on a mission and had some sort of cutting implement – that is, a weapon.  Pretty good moral in that:  under no circumstances pursue a fleeing burglar.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . 

…..I lost my current phone , my old Blackberry,  my wallet and a watch. 

 If I had pursued him, I could’ve got “caught” him , actually – I walked down to the front balcony after him and watched him not 10 metres from me  struggle for 2-3 seconds with his bike (something happened – caught his foot in the pedal or something). 

 Anyway I was thinking it about it this afternoon and I’m so glad I didn’t pursue him .   I wasn’t feeling angry, just a bit annoyed, so no adrenalin to support a physical confrontation.  He was a young adult so he  would have had a big, big  advantage but I had the advantage of being an old Jordie boy (arrogance that, pound for pound, I’m pretty tough) and would have been coming from behind and he’d be panicking.

 But then he might have been a bit tough himself (not likely – didn’t look it) or had something like a screwdriver or something else (quite possible).  

 Anyway there’s every possibility I would’ve got hurt and to “win” I would have had to inflict the maximum violence I could and really hurt him to subdue him (he would have been desperate) – if I could (the Jordie boy arrogance could well be – is likely to be – a Mitty-like delusion).

 So I’m glad I just watched him from the balcony – he got away with $300-400  worth of stuff.

 So what? 

 Ain’t worth me getting hurt  – nor him.

 See, the Buddhism is getting to me.

 B

 PS I’m still annoyed but….means I now have to lock that door whenever I’m not in the front room.   And the unbelievable hassle of recreating my “identity”. And the wallet has a sentimental attachment and is irreplaceable.   I’m already back on the phone for example.