Waiting to be burgled

Last night, while snoozing in front of the History Channel, I got a phone call from someone claiming to be from FoxTel asking whether I'd be home today so that they can change the frequency of our satellite receiver. I was too dopey at the time to recognise this call for what it was – scoping out my house for a burglary.

This morning when i was a little more awake, I rang FoxTel to ask whether the call was really. Of course, it wasn't. Then I rang the police to see what they could do to help. Nothing. While they do patrols, the chances of being there at the time of the offense being committed is remote. Their advice was to lock up properly and tell the neighbours to be on the look out. What about, I ask, the community police beat across the road? Apparently it's been empty for the last month and the job hasn't yet been advertised so there's no help from that direction.

So, here I am. At work. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.

I know it's unlikely that the burglary will occur. But that won't help calm my anger if it is happen. Though, if I stayed at home to prevent the burglary and it didn't happen, I'd be equally frustrated at giving in to fear and materialism. It's a no-win situation.

However, talking about the situation at work has produced an interesting set of ideas:

  • photograph all your stuff and put the photos on PhotoBucket or a similar online service;
  • photograph the serial number of your stuff and do the same;
  • make sure your insurance is up to date and reflects the value of your stuff;
  • make sure that all your windows and doors and lockable and locked;
  • keep your weapons handy.

I know that there was a phone number flash up on the Caller ID display when the potential thief rang last night. Perhaps I – oh, sorry, the police – can use that to track down the grubs if they are brave enough to rob me.