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So my name is Sam. I'm 27.
I live on the edge of, or just outside if ya like, a villiage. Quite a large village, would perhaps be considered a town in other nations. About 10,000 people I guess.
There are a fair few similarly sized villages around, a crapload of smaller ones, and a decent city with suburbs starting ~10 minutes drive away.
But like I say, I live just outside this large village...renting a small cheap converted barn. I think. Wasn't always a house anyways. No upstairs. Point is, I sorta live in 'the countryside', but there are thousands of people living within walking distance. And some cows and horses in the other direction.
My place, there's only really one room apart from the bathroom & bedroom. Decent sized with a couch, a big tv...but one of those old huge cathode tube ones...and that's about it. Front door opens straight to that room. Kitchen area off to one side. Big glass windows/walls looking out into the garden. French windows? I don't know. They make it cold as hell in the winter though. I been here a couple of years.
I let the garden grow over, all tangled and wild. I like it that way, only hack out the nettles & thorny shit. It's not a bad size garden for how cheap this place is, but it backs onto a little copse, and the other side of that, fields....so I guess they had plenty of space when they converted it. There's also a little half underground building. It's part of the main thing, but ya have to go into the garden and in through a separate door. About the size of a garden shed...but I use it more as a pantry. Like I said, no gardening.
You get the basic idea. Other than the sofa & tv in the main room, there's a little cupboard thing with my ancient hifi in, bookcase, and a coffee table. Not that I drink coffee. Tea table. Fairly empty, I live alone.
Point is, about 2 months ago I come back from creosoting someones fence and the sofa is now facing towards the big windows, tv against them (facing the sofa, sensibly). Hifi cupboard (&speakers, with loose wire trapsing across the floor as always), are now on my left, by the door to my bedroom. Bookcase used to be there, but now its in the corner to my right, where the hifi should be. Someone has rearranged all the furniture. And, I noticed....stolen my tea table.
The kitchen area looks just like normal, kettle, tins, microwave, toaster.....so I go straight to my bedroom, which also looks untouched, and check the lockbox under my bed where I keep the gun. It's there, no bullets missing or anything. No-one could have got in without the key anyways....but that should be true about the whole place. Landlord?
I know I know, they're shells really, but fuck you it's my gun. Pest control.....I don't reckon shooting pigeons when the bastards wake me up at 3am in the summer is what they meant by pest control...but fuck it. I always wanted a gun, too many cowboy films I guess. But since I've had it, it kinda makes me nervous. British culture I suppose, we don't like guns.
Doesn't stop me shooting pigeons though.
That is the whole of the events. I found my tea table in the garden. Landlord said that, no, of course he hadn't been round when I was out to secretly move my tv & hifi. Nothing was missing or touched or damaged, just the main room furniture moved around. I put it back to normal, and had the locks changed. No sign of how anyone'd got in. I considered calling the police, but...I guess on some level I kinda liked whoever'd done it.
Harmless and well done prank....apart from the table in the garden....if I surprised them coming home and they had to abandon it....why did they even take it out there in the first place?
Never figured out how they got in, an unimportant mystery.
I guess I don't worry about stuff like that too much. Dya know how rare axe murderers are in this country?
There's a stat I like, and it's true I swear.....if an average 35 year old man buys a UK lottery ticket at 7pm, for that nights draw...he is considerably more likely to die before the draw takes place, than he is to win the jackpot.
Heart failure, choking on a biscuit, run over on the way back from the shop, whatever. Point is, it could be you...but it's more likely you'll be dead.
Same thing with me worrying....I don't worry that some nutter is gonna break in and kill me, I worry I'm gonna not hear a car coming when I cross the road cos of my MP3 player. Fuck, that's a lie...I don't worry about that either, but ya get the idea.
So that's the whole story of a couple of months ago, my furniture was moved by people unknown for reasons known. I changed my locks, no harm done.
But after what happened last weekend, I'm thinking maybe there's more to it than that.
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