YOU CAN’T LET THEM GET INTO
Margaret Hill returned with her husband Bob from a New Year holiday
to find their home had been burgled.
"We drew into the drive and our neighbour was standing there
crying," recalls Margaret. "She told us someone had been
in our house."
"It was dreadful - the thieves had taken a knife to my new
three-piece suite and bed and slashed them to pieces. Everything
else was dumped in the middle of the floor....
"They took two televisions, a music centre, the word processor,
a camera and jewellery that had been left to me by Bob's mum. They
also slashed the covers of all his suits in the wardrobe. Why on
earth would anyone do that?" asks Margaret incredulously.
"They'd obviously been in the house a long time because they
had helped themselves to beer and had used my ornamental china mug
for coffee.... It still hurts to talk about it.
"I wish I could have been angry like my husband," explains
Margaret. "I just kept on thinking 'Was it someone we know?'
I don't think I have had a good night's sleep since, although I
feel better now we have a burglar alarm.
"I also asked the local parish priest to re-bless the house
to get rid of the awful feeling the thieves left behind.... I didn't
want them to drive me from my home. I'm happier now, but I'm more
vigilant than I used to be. These people come into your home, but
you can't let them get into your life."
(From Woman's Own)