Shattered

Exactly how I feel.

My neighbour came to the door this morning to ask me if I knew my front car window was smashed. Err no was the reply.

Not only was my front car window smashed, but my purse and all its contents had been stolen.

Now I am only too aware that this is my own stupid fault for forgetting to take my bag out the car, but my drive way is off the street and where the car was parked was literally a foot away from my front door. There is absolutely no way anyone could have seen my bag unless they were moving up and down the drive ways in the street. The strangest thing is, my bag was not taken. They had rumaged through it, got my purse, the money I had to pay for Scott's christening buffet, my first photo of Scott, and some other centimental things that us ladies keep in there. Funnily enough, they left the dirty nappy (which I hasten to add was well contained within a nice smelling nappy bag) they had to move to get to my purse!

I emptied my bag in the kitchen to find lots of little tiny pieces of glass down at the bottom. Nice round off to the event.