Goldilocks

[Shaun Hately]

It's 4.30pm on Sunday as I write this, and it's the first time I've sat down
today, after rising at 7.30am, this morning.

Since approximately 8.30am, I have been cleaning the bungalow at the back of
my house, that serves as my office, my rumpus room, my D&D room, and my
sanctuary.

Because at 7.30, this morning, I went out the back and realised my laundry
detergent had been stolen from the laundry.

And I looked across at the bungalow and realised the lock was forced.

My heart stopped because in there was my laptop.

With all the school reports I've spent 19 hours writing over the last three
days on it.

And which are due on Tuesday.

I went over, opened the door, and was confronted by a 24 year old girl.

She told me, she'd hidden in there, because she was being attacked.

I slammed the door, and called the cops.

She went out the window.

I caught her at the fence and grabbed her.

And a fight began.

She bit me. Kicked me. Repeatedly.

I restrained her. I'm a big guy, I basically used my bulk to stop her
getting away.

A neighbour came and helped, and eventually after a while, the police
arrived.

Took her into custody - she was 'known to them'.

And I checked my bungalow.

She had completely trashed the place. Ransacked it.

But had got away with virtually nothing.

The only thing that seems to be missing is my wallet - and associated ID.

But she made so much mess.

In the bungalow was my briefcase. A suitcase. A laptop bag. A cooler full of
soft drinks used for my D&D games.

These were emptied out - the cooler had been full of ice on Friday, and was
full of water last night - that was dumped on the floor. I'll need to
replace the carpet.

And she basically started loading them up with anything valuable.

ANd then crap.

She broke a whole bunchof my CDs

She broke a whole bunch of my D&D miniatures

She tried to steal the bottle of scotch, I bought a couple of weeks ago, and
posted to the list about.

It's been eight hours cleaning.

Why did I call this post Goldilocks.

Well, because there was a box of cheezels in the bungalow.

She ate them.

And then she fell asleep on the couch.

And that's why I caught her.

She's been remanded in custody. She's confessed. And she was on parole,
which means she'll be back in prison by tomorrow.

But it's 5.30pm, now, and I haven't done any of the other stuff I needed to
do for tomorrow.

Like lesson plans for a week of lesson hell (this week looked daunting when
I heard about it - now it looks so, so much worse).

I am taking tomorrow off work, because I can barely walk.

That is going to inconvenience at least four of my colleagues, which is
something else this young woman probably doesn't care about.

I doubt she cares about anything except her next fix.

She's a junkie. And she bit me.

I'm not impressed.


Yours Without Wax, Dreadnought
Shaun Hately | www.alphalink.com.au/~drednort/thelab.html
(ISTJ)       | drednort at alphalink.com.au | ICQ: 6898200
"You know the very powerful and the very stupid have one
thing in common. They don't alter their views to fit the
facts. They alter the facts to fit the views. Which can be
uncomfortable if you happen to be one of the facts that
need altering." The Doctor - Doctor Who: The Face of Evil
Where am I: Frankston, Victoria, Australia