It's not all good, but we still are

Not all Good.


Henry and Ann are such gracious hosts, and just after saying something like, "Prawns aren't my first choice, but I'll eat them", Henry says to Ann, "you know what the appetizer is?". Her reply, "Prawns."

Oye vay. So, I feel like an ass for a few minutes, but the moment passes quickly. Tim and I always have such a good time over at Henry and Ann's. The chicken marinated in wine sauce with garlic mashed potatoes, served with roasted potatoes and a warm Mediterranean salad, was superb. After Ann and I managed to get through 2 bottles of wine, it was time to go. It is really cute to watch them stand at the door and wave until we drive out of sight.

We stopped at Sam's to have a pint. It was a fairly quiet Saturday night, but we chatted with Sharon and Cath just the same. I was trying to plan Cath's surprise birthday party (planned for the following evening) with the bartenders when Cath wasn't near the bar; it was not a difficult task.

We returned home and decided to watch the DVD of Little Britain. We hadn't watched it just yet and were excited to see some of the new scenes or outtakes. At about 1:45am, I stepped out back for a cigarette. I heard some noises, the sound of voices coming up the front walkway. I assumed it was students, I was wrong. As I returned to the flat, Tim is setting his phone down and his attention is drawn to the window. We observe four guys ripping out signs and dragging around one of the benches from the porch. Confused, I attempt to open the window to say something to them, and before I can even open my mouth, a large rock is hurled at the house, busts through the window, and, because it is thrown with such force, hits the back wall of our flat. The shock of it all prevented us from seeing too many of the faces, but we are certain that it was four 18-20 year old males. The police arrived within 20 minutes, and took statements. Hopefully between the cameras and our statements, they will catch them.

I thought about it more the next day, as I'm hoovering up the tiny shards of glass, but we both could have been seriously injured. That 300 year old window broke into 1,000's of pieces and combined with the force of that rock, Tim or I or both of us could have been hurt quite badly. It is scary to think how quickly things can occur or how you'll react, but even more so, how fortunate we are to be unharmed.