The glass was smashed, the kitchen door swinging ominously ajar. Pushing nervously through it, I already knew what I was going to find: we’d been burgled. What I didn’t expect, given the bitter experiences relayed by friends, was for the police to do anything much about it.
So imagine the shock when a scenes of crime officer arrived to dust for fingerprints, or when the police kept calling to update us on their investigation. Our burglar was never caught, but at least it felt as if someone cared, and we might be the safer for it.
