My Morning

Quick non-technical blog post today, but just because a few people are asking me about my latest facebook status update...

I was woken up this morning at six by the sound of glass smashing. First I thought an animal or something must have sneaked in and was causing havoc in my kitchen, so I tried to ignore it. Then I hear the footsteps in the lounge. Then the footsteps coming down the corridor. I have no idea what to do so try to stay still and pretend I don't exist.

Then my bedroom door opens....

I work up the courage to switch on the light and there this fucker is standing, one meter from my bed. He's holding handfuls of smashed glass and just stares at me. I tell him to get the hell out of my house, and he tries to pretend he's looking for some mates. I've no idea if he's armed though so I try not to get too agro. I jump out of bed (in my underpants!) and tell the guy to get out. The guy just wanders off and goes out the front door.

After I catch my breath I run to the phone dial 111 and get straight on the phone with the cops. After I give my address and a description of the guy I'm barely off the phone with the emergency services when I look out my windows and see FIVE cop cars screaming up Boulcott St. The cops swarm all around the building, I head out to the car park and the cops get to work.

They caught the guy within a couple of minutes, but said there was another guy out on the balcony when they arrived, so they spend the next hour searching every apartment in the building looking for the other guy. They never did find him... :-\

After talking with the cops and giving them my statement it turns out the guy they caught was just really drunk and not a professional burgler. He had no criminal record and they reckon he had just made a REALLY, REALLY bad call. He had climbed up the fire escape and just smashed one of the lounge windows. God knows what his fucking intentions were, and WTF is up with this other guy roaming around?

Suffice to say I'm pretty freaked out about heading back to the house any time soon. It could have turned out a lot more dramatic than it did, but still a horrible experience. It was just that moment lying in my bed hearing those footsteps and then seeing my door open. Not having any idea what was about to happen. Its the stuff of nightmares I tells ya :-\