The first shop I went into after a brief holiday was our local delicatessen. After the customary exchange of pleasantries the shopkeeper told me his week had started, and been ruined, with an alarm at about 7.30am the previous Monday, informing him that his shop had been broken into.
The shopkeeper could see on a video link that the burglar was still there, and immediately telephoned the local police station in Islington, London. No one came, and the burglar got away with hundreds in cash and some goods.
