There’s a very common dream in which, when faced with danger and we try and scream and only a squeak emerges. Or we try and run, but our limbs are frozen. I have this to report, when the time comes, believe me, you will scream loudly and you will run, and you will be filled with the kind of courage and recklessness you never knew you had.
A week ago I had a dream that someone had broken into my backyard and I shouted for my neighbours and nobody came. It was one of those morning dreams, very vivid, a dream with a message. I’m not going to bore you with my dreams. The most boring things in life are other people’s dreams, drug experiences, horrible marriages and medical problems. My take on that dream was that I needed to pay some attention to my security as I could not depend on anyone to help me when the time came.
So, long story short, one night this week I was preparing for bed, washed the face, filled up the cats bowls, checked the garden for snails, set my computer to download some interesting BBC programmes on anthropology. The way one does. I looked through my bedroom window to see what the next day’s weather would bring, and saw two guys walking down the road, strolling down the road, but then they turned, came up the driveway towards my garage and started climbing over the palisade fence into my yard.
A week ago, my garage was broken into, nothing stolen or broken, so imagine my astonishment to see two guys climbing into my yard right under a street light at the exact moment I chanced to look through the window.
I screamed. Yes I did. LOUDLY, and they ran off. Lucky me, I got a pair of girls.
Until now, my security consisted of this ferocious ginger attack kitty
Don’t laugh, that’s some serious habanero chilli in that bottle and the knife is a Morakniv. Both pretty effective at close range, but you don’t want “them” getting THAT close.
So off to the co-op for some of this
and a few of these solar garden lamps to light the dark corner between my garage and the house
5 litres of white paint so I can paint my walls and double the amount of light.
I hate to do this. I never expected I would have to do this, considering I left the dark, dangerous city for this lovely country town, but needs must. There are desperate people out there, folks. Girl’s gotta do what she’s gotta do.
On the subject of the police, I called them. The phone rang and rang and rang. I put down, called again, they answered quickly and were at my house within 5 minutes. They were so great it shames me to have to call them for something so trivial. They drove up and down my street for a couple of hours afterwards, but they have a huge area of farms to cover with the paltry two cars they have at their disposal and can’t be everywhere at once. We owe it to them to give them as much help as we can.
So therefore, I have an appointment with a guy who will help me with a firearm license. I’ll be off to the shooting range and blam blam blam. Don’t want to do it, but girl’s gotta do …