Ooops, That Was Lucky ...

When we came back from SO's folks' house in Auxerre on 2 January, I locked
the house and came up on the bike alone, having dropped my
'too-cold-for-me' SO at the train station.

Friday last, I again go down there alone on the bike, twelve hours ahead of
SO, so that I can heat the house, get a fire going etc.

Arrive in front of the house, off with helmet, bike onto stand, and walk
up the three steps to the front door. Key in, but can't get it to turn,
and a push on the door sees it swing open. 'Hmm, "mother-in-law" must be
there', I think, although it seems strange that her car isn't in front of
the house. When I call out, however, my only response is silence.

Nope. 'maison' is empty. Yep, I had left the house open, unlocked and
empty, two weeks before.

<sweats bullets>

 

Is it your opinion that there are groups of people who go around just
'trying' people's doors, to see if they open? It's not like it's
obvious (like an open car can be).

Besides, having witnessed the dramatic speed with which a modern lock
can be drilled, it's hardly 'safe' even if you do lock up when you
leave.

 

hah - you ****.

 

Ace says...

#It's all so quiet

 

Come on, I'm sure he'll appreciate a nice little lump of C4 - makes a
change from a boring old incendiary.

 

Um, yes. It's happened to SO twice, whilst the door was (thankfully)
locked.

Quite probably true. Also, as someone else pointed out, there's little of
monetary value in that place, but loads and loads of stuff of sentimental
value, pertaining to a member of the family now deceased. I'd still have
got a rollicking if someone had off with the microwave.