Marilyn and I were sitting at the front of our place the other day, enjoying a cup of coffee, when a scruffy young man marched across in front of us, heading for the front door of Unit 1. Marilyn almost called out ‘He’s not home,” but the fellow was too quick. He came back a few minutes later, ignored us again and disappeared.
When we next saw Paul from Unit 1, Marilyn told him about the visitor. Apparently, Paul thought he was a gardener that he had arranged to come around and give a quote for some maintenance. But he wasn’t! Paul soon discovered the bloke had been in the garage, broken into Paul’s Lexus and pinched his little container of money for parking meters.
The next thing, Paul is up a ladder, installing security cameras.
Yesterday morning. Marilyn noticed a hat moving along above the fence between us and Unit 3. She thought it was the same hat as she had seen on the head of Paul’s intruder last week. And Reece from Unit 3 is away at the moment. We seem to have a serial intruder.
So, Jamie is now at JB HiFi, purchasing a couple of security cameras for our place. We already had one little camera which scanned the loungeroom but it has now been moved and is sitting on the windowsill peering out at the front of the unit. Apparently, Tassie is no longer the safe little haven it once was.
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