Furtive visit

Last night we were in the kitchen talking with our financial planner, Steve, who was doing our annual review (please don't think grand thoughts - it was basically a reminder to do power of attorneys, update insurances and tut tut the state of our meagre investments, post-GFC).

A very glum affair until the door bell rang. It was 9pm. Who'd be calling in at this time?

It was our neighbour telling us he saw a man running into our yard and that this man was somewhere on our property.

Well, the financial results were flung aside.

Jason raced to the backyard with the neighbour, while mild-mannered Steve followed them and I flooded the outside area with light.

It was action central at the Sow's Ear.

Our neighbour said he saw two suspicious looking men lurking on either side of the street before one ran into our yard. He immediately called the police on his mobile phone.

While Jason and his band of followers were downstairs, I locked all the doors and windows and checked on all the children who were sound asleep in their rooms.

The search outside proved fruitless. Whoever had come into our yard must've climbed a side fence and ran off.

Our neighbour got into his car and went around the block to see if he could locate them. Within a few minutes the police had arrived. They searched the neighbours yard, had a quick look in ours and poked their heads into Boo's house (the deserted house on the other side of our place).

The intruders had scarpered off. The police did a round of the area, but there was very little they could do and that was that for the evening.

I don't think poor Steve the financial planner had experienced a more eventful client visit! It was the most animated we had ever seen him. He definitely earned his commission this quarter.

We are all a bit jumpy at the moment and double checking that all the doors and windows are locked tonight. Make sure you check yours too. xx