Bummer

So this morning I tootle out to my wee bug, only to find the window smashed in and my new satelite radio gone.
Right in front of the garage. Cheeky gits.

Now obviously being 'in front of' the garage is not technically the same as 'in the garage'. So mini domestic ensued.
The clever cookies missed not only the lead, antenna and jack for said radio, but also the GPS and an iPod in the glove box.
So needless to say I'm counting myself lucky.

So we call the cops to report it, and 15 mins later Deputy Sherrif Richardson appears (not much crime in Moss Beach obviously). It's only when he's gone and I read 'Deputy Sherrif' on his business card ( the uniformed cops give out business cards - is that the norm in Britain as well?) that I find any humour in the situation.

However, nice autoglass type man was out within 4 hours to fix it at the front door. Gus perched on his camp chair in the garage to supervise the entire process - I think the man was ever so slightly intimidated in a wierd way.

And when we called to have the radio subscription cancelled and disconnected (or whatever it is they do to satelite radios) they informed us they'd send a new one free because we'd had it less than 30 days. So I'll be able to continue to listen to Radio One every day like the sad expat I've become.

I loooove the American service culture.

It was totally scorching here today. That's the jackets hung up for another 11 months again then.

Nose lump is fluctuating nicely. Visited a Doctor at last today, so doing antibiotics - of course. Ali asked her opinion on whether it may be an insect nesting up there. Dr kindly said unlikely. I felt it was a viable suggestion all considered.