I am not sure whether I really should blog about this or not. Most likely though I will press the button to post because ... we listen to the news, hear about things and think: won't happen to me! Here is proof it might.
Wednesday Helen called ... bad news. Somebody had broken into our Nashville place. She doesn't go there very often but for that day at 9 am she had a reason to do so. When she and William arrived she noticed that the door had been broken. She immediately called us and the police ... and had an exciting time.
The police said the same as us: don't go in and stay a safe distance. When the police arrived they went in with drawn guns but the townhouse was empty.
He/They (crooks) went in at the front and left out of the back. The neighbor thinks he heard something 20 minutes earlier. He thinks they must have tried to go in at the back first but were not successful (stick in the sliding door) so he/they went to the front. Helen's arrival must have stopped the intrusion. Only the downstairs TV was taken.
Part of the fingerprinting! Sweet Helen did some clean-up for us.
Helen and Ben also took care of having the door repaired ... otherwise the townhouse could not have been locked again.
By Thursday afternoon it was even painted again.
THANK YOU, Helen and Ben!
Uuhh, I really have mixed feelings about this. My first thought was "and on Monday I am going there by myself". So I asked Helen whether I can borrow my 'grand-dog' Silvi for the nights. Helen said that Silvi was very excited about being my watch-dog ... for some doggy treats.