True Londoner

Congratulations to me.

I was told that I can not be called Londoner if I have not been robbed / burgled.

Now I can be called a real Londoner.

Last week my place was burgled. It was probably the burglary with least successful result in the history of London. The bastards (probably yobs) smashed the backdoor of my place … entered my room and made a hell mess in it. They have looked for money and drugs .. but since I have none of both, they had to take whatever they found: an old laptop, my whiskey collection (3bottles) and a pack of 6 beers. Can you imagine burgling somebody’s house and walking away with beer??? For sure these were looooosers !

It was not very pleasant feeling to know that somebody entered my place … and since the door was not repaired they could have came back …. therefore I have called my friend and he came to stay and slept in the other room for few days.

Now it is all behind, the door is fixed and precautions are taken … but the first days were messy … I couldnot really sleep and listened to all the small noises which came from all around the house. Ohh, I was not really happy-chappy …

Dear burglars, if you are planning another raid on my house please do not smash doors and mess anything, just give me a call and I would happily show you around. There is nothing except shoes, underwear and shirts … my word … ;)