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We got done on New Year's Eve (in Charlton), similar thing...claw hammer through double glazing. Found out via e-mail from landlord as we were out of the country for Christmas (now that's an e-mail you don't want to read!). From what was taken they were after small electronics and cash, so on the plus side all we lost was 'replaceable stuff' and not memories.
Few others down the street were also unlucky which made us feel a little better in that we weren't specifically targeted. One nipped out between five and seven to pick up some bits from Sainsbury's, returned to find it and spent the night sat there with a baseball bat thinking they were going to come back.
Scumbags. Hope you and your g/f aren't too shaken.
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Oh yes, and by the fucking way, we moved in 4 days ago, and had our first attempted burglary last night.
I took the dog and went to pick gf up from station and stop for a drink on the way home. When we got home, there was glass all over the floor - they'd tried to chisel and smash their way in through the lounge window. Had been gone for an hour.
Went upstairs to tell the neighbours that we'd had a break-in, 'Yes, I know, I heard the smashing glass and saw a guy out of the window in a baseball cap'. Didn't think to call the polis, mind. I already hate the new neighbours more than the burglars. Selfish, I'm-alright-Jack fuckers.
Worst thing is that gf went out for a late smoke a few days ago, and came back in scared that someone had run out of the garden. I convinced her it was probably a fox.