2396. Rattling door in wind

There’s little nicer than being tucked up in a warm bed on an early breezy morning. Rona had been woken about six o’clock by the wind tap-tapping the door into her garage. Usually she would jam a folded piece of paper towel in the door and it would stop the constant wind-caused rat-tat-tat-tat.  This morning however, it was too warm and cosy. She would put up with a little noise and doze in the comforting bed.

A little time passed and Rona thought really she should get up; but just a few more minutes. It was one of the advantages on a Saturday morning of living alone. She enjoyed her own company. Over the years she had travelled and collected some lovely things – memories to last a life time. Her collected things might seem like trifles but they were precious to her.

Oh but really! She should get out of bed and into the shower. So she did! After that it was breakfast.

The living room, kitchen, and dining room had been stripped bare by burglars. There had been no wind-caused rat-tat-tat.


38 thoughts on “2396. Rattling door in wind

  1. Yvonne

    I know you were well insured Rona. After breakfast, you can go shopping for all that new stuff you have been wanting. Your loving nephew, Conan, whom you paid to do the job, will also get a tidy sum for your old furniture.

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      1. Herb

        I think it’s one of those situations that depends on the dynamics of the moment. What do I have to arm myself with? Who else is in the house and how will they be affected? Those kinds of things. I’d like to imagine I would do something heroic and noteworthy but who knows what you’ll do?

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        1. Bruce Goodman Post author

          I once showed a burglar all around the house. He was looking for someone, and he followed me all over the house while I was looking for that person (who was out). The next day the house got burgled!

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            1. Bruce Goodman Post author

              Actually he said he was looking for a meeting of the Cancer Society which was being held here. I went around the whole house asking everyone if they knew where the meeting was!


  2. chrisnelson61

    My sister used to live in a small town which had been a mining community and no-one locked their doors be assembled everyone knew everyone. I don’t imagine it’s like that now. Shame really.
    Good, cautionary tale, Bruce.

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