But first, Happy New Year everyone. I hope 2017 brings lots of wonderful and special things and events to you.
Yesterday I had a call from the police asking me to fill in a Victim Impact Report for the judge to read at the sentencing of a certain young man who'd happily smashed the passenger window of our car and stolen my handbag.
Yep, in October my DB and I were on holiday in NZ's North Island when we drove up to the lookout of the town we were about to leave. I won't name the town because this could've happened anywhere. I rarely leave my handbag in the car but the car was locked, we were only 30 metres away, and less than ten minutes looking at the view. Yet in that space of time a vehicle came up the hill, two men leapt out, smashed our window, took my bag and drove away - all without anyone seeing it happen. I did turn and wonder why our car was rocking but then saw a man getting into the car beside ours and thought I'd imagined it.
But something made me turn back and when I saw this vehicle spin out of the park I ran and got the number plate. Turns out the police were already trying to track these ratbags for driving off from a petrol station without paying. The car was stolen, of course.
Anyway, within an hour they were apprehended, after the police dog took a large chunk out of one thigh, and I got everything back except cash and credit cards which had been hit hard repeatedly in that short time.
So now I have an Impact Report to fill in. I explained to the detective that we didn't really suffer except for inconvenience and a wee bit of shock, and missing out one destination on our trip as we had to stay in town for an extra night by the time we'd done interviews and checked through my bag for what had been stolen, got the car fixed, etc.
Worst part of the whole deal - going through my handbag with the detectives. I mean, our bags are personal. Right?
And this one isn't small so there was a lot of stuff to check out.
There were a lot of people on that hill at the time and not one woman had her bag with her. Be warned, it's not much fun when the bag gets stolen.
Back to this report. I've been told to put down how our holiday was interrupted and what we missed out on. Here's my problem. At the time it was a pain in the butt, very annoying and yes, a little scary in hindsight. But this all seems a little precious, especially to be read out in court. However the police were so good to us, so I'll send it in and get over myself. And hope the perpetrator gets more than a smack over his knuckles.
Has anything like this ever happened to you?