I have been burgled…

Penny was stolen…

My life is over…

On a rather quite Tuesday, a day after returning from yet another jaunt to my beautiful Dublin, Penny was taken from my locked garden, the thieves leaving no evidence that she had ever even existed in the first place.

The irony is that the night before I was explaining to my visiting Portland friend (Monica) that: “Yes, two locks ARE necessary! This is Hull where even the water is hard!”

To be fare, I’d been expecting this for a while. The area I live in has a reputation for auto theft, especially light scooters that can be picked up and put in the back of a truck. I looked at it as being of mire of a case of “when” not “if”. But the when was surprising. After all, I popped out for tea around 4PM and was gone less than an hour. So in that time, and in broad daylight, Penny was taken. This of course would imply that my house was being watched which has spurred me on to begin hiding all my valuables or keeping them with me at all times.

All ad all it’s really not the end of the world. I mean, I was going to have to sell her soon enough anyway, and my insurance will cover my loss, but still, we had so much fun together. There were still so many things I wanted to see and do with her, like taking her from the top of England to the bottom, dreams that will now never be realized. That is unless in the unlikely event that she is found undamaged and recovered.

I’m not going to hold my breath…..

(Or did it happen differently?)
Penny and I