This morning I discovered that the neighbourhood pains-in-the-butt had decided that our house needed decorating sometime last night...or in the wee small hours of the morning. It's kind of a shame I don't share their artistic tastes.
As a glass half full kind of a gal I gave thanks that it was just thick sharpie ink and not rotten eggs, grabbed a bucket of water, some Ajax, a scrubber and the hose and worked at clearing it off. It wasn't hard and the windows are once again sparkly.
As I was cleaning though I noticed that the window screens had dents and marks in them - as though someone had dried to jimmy them off. This did disturb me, especially given that these windows are bedroom windows.
So I went out to Bunnings and bought some lengths of dowel and wedged them into the window tracks so that they can't be forced open. I also went to the police station and filed a report. Honestly, I'm not expecting them to investigate it, especially seeing I've washed the windows, but at least I've filed the report, along with photographic evidence of the graffiti tag.
I don't necessarily think this is because it's our house as I've seen this particular tag around town quite a lot, but still I am shaken as I feel quite defenceless. I wonder what the statistics are regarding home invasions/burglaries and disability?
I guess all we can be is alert and vigilant regarding keeping our home secure. I've fortified the windows throughout the house, made others aware, notified the police. I'll leave outside lights on but the fact that this happened to the FRONT of the house which faces a busy road is quite disturbing because of the brazen nature of it.
Still, I refuse to walk through life afraid. The numbers who are for us vastly outnumber those who would try to victimise us. I feel supported and cared for and feel confident they would fly to our aid if needed.
