They think it happened around noon today when someone burgled the house next-door. Four televisions and other items were stolen and the place was ransacked. I was apologetic to him as I couldn't help since I didn't hear anything. It couldn't get any more broad daylight than it is just now.
There's really nothing to add except the closing scowl of we're poor and we don't steal so who the hell does this.
So, to anyone thinking I was hovering over the kit too much at times. Incorrecto.
It's another indication of the risk to the kit here. Sell it or lose it is a wee bit dramatic but that house isn't a few doors down, it's right next-door. It's kind of a target as they have worked hard to rehab the place but they don't live there all the time yet. The house looks pretty and there's no-one in it. Nothing a burglar will like better than that.
Selling the kit is sorting through except for selling the Galaxy Guitar as that would feel like selling my ol' Mother to Moroccan traders. Everything else is just kit, electronic junk which works or it doesn't and has no more soul than the average politician. The Galaxy Guitar has a soul and one of considerably more value than mine ... but ... there's no chance of putting her on a scooter again. I did it to her once before and that lesson was sufficient: don't do it again.
Thinking, thinking ...
There's really nothing to add except the closing scowl of we're poor and we don't steal so who the hell does this.
So, to anyone thinking I was hovering over the kit too much at times. Incorrecto.
It's another indication of the risk to the kit here. Sell it or lose it is a wee bit dramatic but that house isn't a few doors down, it's right next-door. It's kind of a target as they have worked hard to rehab the place but they don't live there all the time yet. The house looks pretty and there's no-one in it. Nothing a burglar will like better than that.
Selling the kit is sorting through except for selling the Galaxy Guitar as that would feel like selling my ol' Mother to Moroccan traders. Everything else is just kit, electronic junk which works or it doesn't and has no more soul than the average politician. The Galaxy Guitar has a soul and one of considerably more value than mine ... but ... there's no chance of putting her on a scooter again. I did it to her once before and that lesson was sufficient: don't do it again.
Thinking, thinking ...
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