In the last two weeks one of my friends has had her house broken into while they were sleeping upstairs (thieves got away with purse, wallet and passport, and went through their basket of folded laundry and threw it into the pool) and one of my staff members had her house broken into while she was at work.
Now, we live in a security complex with a gate. The gate, front fence and two side fences are topped with spikes, and the fence at the back of the complex (doubles as our back fence) is electrified. Also our neighbours are retired and home most of the time, so we feel pretty safe. If people want to come and visit us they must press the buzzer at the gate, our phone rings and we open the gate remotely for them to come in.
11pm Wednesday night, the phone rings and the conversation went like this.
Caller: Can you let me in?
GM: Who are you?
Caller: I was told to ring number XYZ and you’d let me in.
GM: Why would I let you in? I don’t know who you are. (They went back and forth like this for a little while) finally the caller says:
Caller: Oh, we’re doing a survey.
GM: At 11 o’clock at night? I don’t think so!
and hung up.
By this time I was awake and got up and closed the windows just in case some they tried someone else in the complex and they did let them in. We have bars on all the windows and the doors (if ever there’s a fire we’re in trouble) so people can’t get in anyway, but it made me feel better.
I’ve been knitting, but haven’t taken any photos. I went to the LYS – which is now billing itself as a “Real Wool Store” I didn’t laugh too hard, but 90% of their stock is fake fur and the rest is mostly acryllic. They do stock sock yarn, but only in manly colours, because don’t you know women only knit socks for their men, never for themselves . There are about 5 shelves that have stuff I like to knit with, but it’s a little on the expensive side. Anyway, found some soft baby acryllic in lilac and white. I’m doubling the yarn, one strand lilac and one white for the sweater I’m trying to get finished by Sunday. It’s coming up well.
Fat Boy is home from hospital. He hasn’t broken his knee, but has torn the ligaments. The vet decided not to operate for now, but to rest it for two weeks and see if it repairs itself. The vet has also said that for his knee to heal he needs to go on a diet. This is easier said than done. He really is a comfort eater – the first thing he did when we opened his carry-cage yesterday was hobble to his food bowl.
No pictures today, flickr isn’t playing nice.