Thieving gits

OK, so this week was a bit of a nasty one for us anglosaxies. Living on a moshav has been great fun up til now, but on Monday morning we were brought back down to earth with a flying visit from someone who took a liking to our 3 computers, cameras, wallets, and, best of all, the new Renault parked outside (I'd only got it a few hours earlier and it still had the plastic wrapping on the seats...). I should also mention they stole my kids' Nike shoes (covered in mud) and 3 tri-cycle/scooter thingees parked on the porch outside...fucker.

A window was the entry point, not even smashed, but gently pried open. And quietly too, because we were all asleep in the house at the time...which is the scary part. Got to say, the thought of someone looking in on my kids as they slept - which is almost certain as "he" would have had to go past their room to get to the wallets - sends a chill down the spine...

But, at the end of the day, all we lost were a few possessions that hopefully the insurance will cover. At least we're all OK, which is the main thing, right?

But I do hope the thieving bastard gets his karma. Let's hope he falls over the tricycle he maybe gave to his kid and breaks his fucking neck.

The story goes on...why did I stay in this country? Beats me...

So the story goes on. I know it's been a couple of months, what with new babies being born, new houses being moved into and new cubicles being occupied, but here it is, Part 12 of my adventure, the story of why I ended up here so long...plenty more to come peeps!