It's time to move on
Ahh.. travel is full of its adventures and new experiences.
My first experience being burgled.. and in 47A Fitzroy Belfast. I arrived home from a wonderful trip in Donegal and received a call from Michael Rice to Michael Bradley. He was walking back from work and noticed the curtains pulled down from my window. (The curtains I had just cleaned, ironed and rehung.) Upon entering he found the door wide open and his T.V. gone..
"is there anything of value that may have been stolen?"
my LAPTOP!! my lifeline, my connection to home... yes it was gone.
Luckily, that was all that was taken and my clothes and papers were left alone. I had on my person my passport and mp3 player.
In the end the police dusted for prints and took the proper photos. I later found the knife used to pry the window open, tobacco and a lighter in my drawer. I must take these things to the police station for their documentation. I felt like a bit of a detective using the socks in the drawer to cradle the knife out without touching it.
I am very glad that the boys are so close to check on me and that I wasn't present when they broke in. I still have my important papers, my music and clothes. That's really all a girl needs. Though I sorely miss my sweet connection to the internet and I must apologize if these updates are few and far between.
'All things work together for good..' and I have more time to read and draw in the Park, time for prayer and bible study. If I get terribly desperate for some BBC I just run down to flat 16 and hang out with the guys.
My first experience being burgled.. and in 47A Fitzroy Belfast. I arrived home from a wonderful trip in Donegal and received a call from Michael Rice to Michael Bradley. He was walking back from work and noticed the curtains pulled down from my window. (The curtains I had just cleaned, ironed and rehung.) Upon entering he found the door wide open and his T.V. gone..
"is there anything of value that may have been stolen?"
my LAPTOP!! my lifeline, my connection to home... yes it was gone.
Luckily, that was all that was taken and my clothes and papers were left alone. I had on my person my passport and mp3 player.
In the end the police dusted for prints and took the proper photos. I later found the knife used to pry the window open, tobacco and a lighter in my drawer. I must take these things to the police station for their documentation. I felt like a bit of a detective using the socks in the drawer to cradle the knife out without touching it.
I am very glad that the boys are so close to check on me and that I wasn't present when they broke in. I still have my important papers, my music and clothes. That's really all a girl needs. Though I sorely miss my sweet connection to the internet and I must apologize if these updates are few and far between.
'All things work together for good..' and I have more time to read and draw in the Park, time for prayer and bible study. If I get terribly desperate for some BBC I just run down to flat 16 and hang out with the guys.
posted by What's going on?!? at
7:55 pm
1 Comments:
Man, that totally sucks!! Looks like you're taking it well, though. It is good that nothing horrible happened to you and that they didn't take your papers. But it's a big inconvenience. :-( Hey, maybe the police will actually find the person who did it. You never know. Keep in touch when you can. Later, chick. ;-)
-Anna
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