So I get back to the flat last night and find one of my flatmates waiting up for me. ‘I think someone’s broken in’ she says. ‘All the doors were open and the lights were on when I came home’. I check out my room, and yes, the lights are blazing merrily, the door is wide open (so not how I left it – the door is always closed to hide the mess). What’s more my little stereo has been moved from my desk to my chest of drawers, where it has carefully been placed upside down. However my CD’s are all there. My jar of change is still there. All my alcohol is still there. Basically, all they did was move my stereo.
Then Cushla says, ‘I think they left a glove behind’ Aha! A clue!
No. It’s my glove! Not only had the surreal burglars moved my stereo they’d ratted around on the floor, found a glove and transported it to Cushla’s room. And in her room, they stole her two alarm clocks. Again, nothing else. Just the alarm clocks.
Can we have a hearty round of what the fuck?!
Seriously, what do you need two alarm clocks so badly for that you steal them. And why leave everything else behind?
The thing is, the glove has no partner. It’s just been sitting on my floor for the past few weeks, emmiting a faint distress call in the hope that it’s pair will slither out from where it’s been hiding and lo! I can have snuggly warm hands again. My first thought on seeing it was that the Surreal Burglars had unearthed the other glove, and I felt quite charitable towards them for a bit.
Then I found that when they upended my little stereo the broke the cd playing function. :mad: Now when I’m writing assignments late at night all I have to listen to is my old mix tapes of mid-nineties pop. Yikes.
