My cottage tenant woke me up this morning to let me know that my front patio furniture was stolen.
It was a green plastic table and eight chairs, which I used regularly cos I loved sitting on my veranda facing a nice view of the city.
I think it’s someone who cased my home before coming, cos he must have known that my dogs would not bite him. Mr Brown is very big, and he must have known that he’s still a big puppy really, and was no danger.
I’m also assuming the person drove up, or at least 3 people were required, with one carrying the big table and 2 carrying 4 chairs each.
The incident has put me in a very bad mood, though I’m not sure who I’m angry with: the robbers, for stealing my stuff or myself, for having a loophole they could work through ( a waist-high gate I was planning to replace on one side of the perimeter wall).