Last week, Wednesday morning, I wake up as usual (albeit colder than usual), shower, flop to the kitchen, make coffee and holler for the men in my life along the way to wake up. I go about my usual routine packing lunch and whatnot and then proceed to the lounge to dig a fresh pack of ciggies out of my handbag… which is not found in its usual spot, muttering under my breath about my own lack of discipline I turn back to the kitchen to check whether I left it there… I return (still with the two cups of coffee in my hands) to the lounge and scan the room for my handbag (which I didn’t like, by the way). Upon the second look around, I note a big gaping hole where the TV should stand…
Well, during the course of the morning, they broke open the security bars, let themselves in and proceeded to clean us out… while we were sleeping. Nice thought heh?
We briefly woke up around 1:30am with the cats “playing” under the bed and the S/O spoke to me and I grunted a reply, they must have heard him because they only left with the TV, the computer monitor (not the computer thank gods), my handbag, the S/O’s wallet and the camera. The scary thought is that all the doors to the bedrooms were open and they had free access to all of us if they had such inclinations. The very friendly policeman a bit later told us that we were the third house in the neighbourhood that night and none of the households woke up. He described them as “professionals” as opposed to “tsotsis”. One has to have a bit of a grudging respect for the bastards.
Anyway, losing a couple electronic goods turned out to be the least of my problems. My handbag… and its contents, now THERE is a disaster. Two ID’s, drivers licence, bank cards, edgars card, glasses (I’m blind as a bat and cant drive without them), the work’s cellphone, gods, what a disaster.
We go to the bank first thing to replace our cards (cash suddenly became a priority in our lives), and lo and behold, the idiot little bank clerk proceeds to tell me he cannot give me a new card because of the lack of identification, well, as controlled as I am, I lost my cool, and leaned over the enquiry counter and grabbed the little pipsqueak by his pretty blue tie and yanked him face to face… Anyways, I was eventually assisted and walked out with brand new bank cards and they didnt charge me the mentioned R55.
In contrast, Home Affairs was a pleasant surprise, in by 7:30am, out by 8am, and the temp ID was for free because I could provide them with a case number. Really nice service there. I wont elaborate on my two and half hours spent at the licensing department though…
Anyway, the whole exercise to replace all the various legal documentation at the end of the day cost me a nice R1200 (for me and hubby), and two days off work.
I was very impressed with the police though, 4 visits from them in total, first the reporting officers who managed to p*ss the S/O off because they were blathering on about the Muthi being used by these criminals which is why they cant catch them, then the ladies from the fingerprinting division (who proceeded to almost do cartwheels in my lounge when she managed to pull a full set of fingerprints off the left-behind dvd player), then the detective in charge who took statements (again) and he popped around again yesterday afternoon to check up on us (nice that).
Not an experience I’d recommend, the frustrations are’nt pleasant to deal with.