Richmond is in a right old state at the moment, in the throes of a crime wave. We are under attack from gangs robbing us of our jewellery and our peace of mind. They are so brazen – one woman came home from lunch with a friend and two masked men were coming down her stairs and just walked out the front door. They are robbing in the middle of the day, there have been dozens of burglaries this last week. They drive in on one set of number plates and set off back down the A1 with another set on. Alarms have come into vogue, everyone wants one and they want it now. Noone wants to be the only one in their street without one. I thought my primeval mechanism of the guinea pigs squeaking every time I opened the back door, expecting grass and dandelions, needed updating. Luckily I got fast-tracked through a contact. I only had to sit it out for the weekend with a fully illuminated house and a TV blaring right through the night. I had my consultation this morning for an all singing one which would also give me a panic button should I have a heart attack in the night. I will try not to abuse it. I remember once the brain haemorrhage I had on the M1 which saw me pull into the service station and hold my head in my hands in horror as I had felt the blood moving about in my brain. I then realised that my car window was very slightly open and that it was a little stream of air blowing into the side of my head. The security man came and first thing he said was that he had OCD. ‘Yeah, me too’ I told him. ‘It’s the new religion’. We ended up talking about animals and he told me how much he hated all human beings. As he left, another security van drove past.
Posted on: Sun, 13 Apr 2014 08:01:38 +0000
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