Thieves turn their noses up at my Just William car tapes
Yet again I forgot to lock the car on Friday night and yet again I found it ransacked on Saturday morning. Well, I say ransacked, but that is too strong a word, hinting at distressing damage and theft.
Actually my first reaction was the obvious default position - admonish my son for leaving the back of the car in an even horrendous state of God awful messiness than usual. On closer inspection the glove compartment was hanging open and CDs were scattered all over the drivers seat. Even my "spirited" nine year old would not have been so willfully naughty. Would he?
No, it was clear what had happened. Some optimistic numpties had seen the car vulnerable, had a quick rummage for sellable goodies, and I am glad to say, departed empty-handed. Actually am I that glad? I couldn't identify a single missing item, suggesting that the raiders had decided that the collection of Just William audio books and scratched driving CDs were, literally, worthless. What does that say about my taste?
If anything we seemed to be up on the deal. I found in the boot, bizarrely, an invitation from "Her Majesty's Representative" to apply for passes for the Royal Enclosure at Ascot and an unidentified car interior part that definitely did not belong to mine. It could be the only car break-in in history where the sum total of the contents were added to rather than depleted. Again I should feel relieved but how much of a compliment is it when one's car is treated as mobile neighbourhood skip?


