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01/26/2004: "Burgled."
House was broken into between 0230hrs and 0500hrs. My parents and I were asleep upstairs. This is the second time something like this has happened.
Thieves got a wallet, a purse - all including credit cards- a mobile phone and several watches, at least one of which belonged to my Grandfather. Others were mementos of my father's trips to Russia.
We think the cunts got in through the front door, but whether they used a credit card or by some other means (purse with key left on step, key left in door) we don't know.
What pisses me off most is that my father e has always been paranoid about security, but he decides to leave mobile phones in our hallway and my mother thinks the hall is a safe place to leave a purse - in view of anyone looking through our letterbox. Stupid fuckers.
My mother has only recently begun to check who's ringing the doorbell before opening the door. More often than not she just assumes it's me and opens it by intercom; she can be anywhere in the house letting strangers in. I told her again and again not to do it. Will she learn her lesson now? Or will I have to dress up as a burglar and threaten to beat the shit out of her to make her protect herself?
Burglars sicken me. The facts that the fuckers that did this probably live around the corner - and that we virtually invited them in - sickens me more.
