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. … [Read more...]