Living the Dream – 11. Robbed!

Ouch. The unexpected ring of the phone startled me. I spilled coffee onto my hand.

It was before six. Who called a mobile before six in the morning? The ring had come from Margaret’s phone. I let it ring and dealt with the spill.

Mags called Antonia back. Antonia keeps an eye on the house in Cyprus for us and gets it ready whenever we visit.  When there had been no answer, she had also sent an email, one that encapsulates the situation rather nicely;

“Good day. I have bad news. Somebody stole your home.”

I imagine it reads a bit better in Greek; still Google Translate got the message across. We had been robbed.

Not the start to the day that we hoped for.

Every room had been ransacked.

I imagine that the thieves were looking for a store of value. A safe or similar. They even emptied the washing conditioner bottle. The utility room is now very fragrant.

There is no good time to be robbed, but there might be many worse times than when we were not in residence and the house was sparsely furnished.

We’re far from happy, but I can’t help but smile when I picture some dope tearing around the house trying to find something more valuable than the router.

An empty house is always a target, I guess, but first order of business in October will be a home security review.

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