It just sprouted legs and off it went…
Monday, December 11th, 2006I cycled home from the gym on Saturday afternoon, the sun battering my skin and eliciting rivers of sweat from my pores. David, the security guard next door, popped his head through the bougainvillea, and said “That house behind, it has been robbed again this morning!”
Apparently the security service (we don’t much bother with the police here) had turned up at 10am, when the burglar alarm went off, but - and this I just find hilarious - no-one answered the door-bell, so they went away.
“That lady next door, she’s so very upset,” said David. “Her TV ran away with those robbers.”
