I Am Alert (but not alarmed)

Views from the Floor

Tom says:

Interesting. It must be said that questions were starting to be asked about your relationship with stated misdemeanours. All these Macs going missing, and Virginia with her special Mac friend who gets things in "fire sales" all the time. Hmm...

Though of course that last one is a bit of an anomoly. Perhaps you were beginning to feel the heat...?

Tim says:

Grrrrr. I hate robbers! We all have a right to feel utterly violated. Revolting and heartless thugs.

The Mac connection is weird and unsettling. Perhaps Macs just have more street value than other electrical goods - they left lots of other electronic consumables.

N.B. This is not a welcome invitation for repeat burglary. I warn you, don't test us!

Khoi Vinh says:

The bad guys are clearly the thieves, but I can't believe you only got $2,000 back from your insurance company. Probably, that barely compensates you for the time you spent filling out the paperwork.

If any blame can be laid at the feet of a huge corporation, I'm all for it.

Virginia says:

The real problem here was that it's really hard to find insurance companies who will cover group households - and three out of four break-ins hit people who weren't able to be insured, or at least hadn't been able to wade through the enormous amount of crap required to become insured. I'm still waiting to find out if my insurance company will come to the party on the stuff nicked from our car (I suspect not). I think I'd prefer to pay off the thieves with the money I currently spend on insurance. I'm sure they could be bought for $500 a year...

Helen says:

Allow me to add to the list of items stolen: One cello, previously owned by Virgina's father. Yep, I went to play it last week and it was nowhere to be found (and it's not the kind of thing that's easily misplaced).
Perhaps our local Mac-hungry thieves were confused by the white, apple-shaped sticker on the hard case.

Huw says:

Shocked about the cello. The first time I was robbed I was at a guitar lesson, so my electric was with me. When I came home to see the broken glass of the back door, I ran around to see what had been stolen. When I saw that my other guitars were still there, it felt a whole lot better.
In a way, I wish the junkies would get more money for what they steal. At least then some good would come out of it. I shudder to think that my year 12 art projects were of no value to cash converters. But then, they weren't of much value to the ngv either.

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