Since moving to London I was aware that there was always a chance someone would attempt to break into my flat at some point. Since some builders had started work on the flat upstairs I was concerned that scaffolding which they had erected up the back of the property would pose a security risk. My fears were proven correct when someone climbed up and broke in over the weekend while I was away with family. I had left in a sleepy hurry after a run of night shifts and stupidly forgot to close and lock the bedroom window. Although it was only open a couple of inches it was obviously enough for an opportunist criminal to somehow remove the safety bolts and get it open wide enough to climb through.
I had been staying with my aunt and uncle in the picturesque village of Dinton, which is about an hour out of London by train. Their son was helping to organise a picnic ball in the village marquee and my cousin had invited me to come and join them.
Everyone brought their own food and decorations and there was a bar and an excellent three-piece cover band from Wales. After a day to rest and potter about in the garden, we spent a sunny Monday at the annual Dinton village fete. As I wasn’t due back to work until the Tuesday I thought I’d stay to see how it compared to the agricultural shows in Orkney.
As I expected it was a quintessentially English affair. The marquee used for the ball was left up to provide covered space for the tea and home bakes. There was a bouncy castle and an ice cream van, a coconut stand and a bric-a-brac stall, most of which was of a considerably higher quality than what I’d class as such.
A brass band replaced the pipe band, and a wheelbarrow race between three local villages replaced the sheep shearing display as one of the main attractions. I was persuaded to join the ‘visitors’ team, which got through to the final only to lose to the home side by the narrowest of margins. I think my cousin and his mates must have put a slick tyre on the barrow.
I was also introduced to a gentleman called Douglas Watkinson who has written several episodes of the ITV drama series, Midsummer Murders. Throughout the day there was an elderly man walking around the park with a wireless microphone constantly wittering about this and that. The PA was reasonably loud and I overheard a lot of people grumbling about how he was giving them a headache. I found his commentary quite amusing, especially when he was speaking about the wellie throwing competition and promoting the barbeque stall through a mouthful of burger. I suggested to Douglas that the ‘silencing’ of this man might provide some inspiration for a future episode.
To round the day off we were due to be treated to a flypast by a second world war Hurricane and a Spitfire. As I missed the one that came to Orkney I was particularly looking forward to this. However, about an hour before they were due to make the flypast microphone man announced that the planes were unable to take off due to high crosswinds at the aerodrome. This prompted my uncle who is ex SAS to make a quip about the unlikelihood that we would have won the battle of Britain if the pilots had been deterred by a slight crosswind.
Anyway, back at the flat and I found that I couldn’t get the front door union lock open. To cut a long, stressful and expensive story short I had to get an emergency locksmith to break in. When I went to my room to get my chequebook I discovered that my bedroom door was also locked, from the inside. He then had to break that lock too allowing me in only to discover that my room had been searched and my possessions scattered everywhere.
What is strange is that it looks as if all that’s been taken is an Xbox, my small backpack and some 20 and 50 pence coins from my change collection. They didn’t take Lizi’s jewellery, my passport or chequebook. I consider myself to have been extremely lucky as the outcome could have been so much worse. The police came round and a forensic expert took a copy of a footprint the criminal left on the windowsill. I’ll just have to hope the insurance will cover the theft and damage and perhaps we’ll see the culprit on the next series of police, camera, action!


