The Break In

Last night Mystical Roo made the discovery that someone - probably someone evil - has smashed in the door to our storage cupboard in the garage.  Ours is a shared garage where we have our allocated space and a small cupboard behind this space, in which we can store various items.  In our case we store a massive box of Mystical Roo's CDs (he was once a DJ), my costumes (I was once an actress - ha!) and other bits and bobs such as winter shoes and suitcases.  Things that you don't use on a day to day basis and take up too much room in the flat.  It doesn't appear that the thieves actually stole anything (now there's a contradicting sentence) but we'll have to have a proper check when we get back from work tonight.  God knows what they were hoping to find in there.  It's not exactly a place where one would store expensive items.  Maybe they'd hoped to stumble upon some tools or something but instead found an unmovable box of CDs with Abba's greatest hits sat on the top.  Perhaps they were just mindless vandals who thought it would be fun to kick in someone's door.  After all, it's not like we have enough to worry about at the moment.  Kick us while we're down why don't you.  You scum.  I try and take a light hearted approach to this but it does make me very angry.  It's such an invasion of privacy.  What gives anyone else the right to damage someone else's property (our landlords in this case) and help themselves to other people's things.  No one has the right.  The other frustrating thing is the fact that no one else should even be able to gain access to the garage.  It's "underground" and has a door that can only controlled if you have the key.  The only other access is for people living in the flats above it.  Therefore, we've either got thieving neighbours (which is a possibility considering the newbies who seem to have taken up residence opposite us) or, as Mystical Roo suspects, our helpful neighbours haven't been bothering to close the garage door when they leave, thus leaving it wide open for whoever is walking past.  That's very lazy.  It's on a remote lock for Christ's sake.  All you have to do is press a button and the thing will shut itself.  So now we've got to liaise with the estate agent to get the door fixed and ensure that all of our belongings are still there.  I have a massive collection of Sims discs that were being stored in there but - sigh of relief - I've already confirmed that they're still there.  In fact Mystical Roo has brought them up to the flat for me.  I think I'll be nervous about storing anything down there now as it's obviously not that secure.  And the rogue washing machine was there too!  You'd have thought he'd have kicked up a stink when he saw intruders.  Perhaps not.  It must be a kind of payback for putting it out there in the first place.  I can see I'm going to have to engage the services of a land dwelling shark.  Then, I'll have a land dwelling, cupboard dwelling shark.  That would sort the buggers out!