Home at last after a hard day’s work, all you want to do is put your feet up with a nice cup of tea. But as you head for the kettle, something feels wrong.
The house feels different, somehow. It doesn’t look quite right. And then it hits you: Somebody has been here. There’s been a break-in. I’ve been robbed.
As you pace from room to room, checking off a mental list of what’s missing and what remains, you feel shocked, angry and sad.
You start to tot up all the practical disruptions and expenses to come – changing the locks, fixing the broken back window, dealing with the police and your insurers. You wonder if you’ll ever feel safe in your own home again.
