Burgled

Earlier this morning a scallywag nicked off with my mum's car. And no, there's no chance in hell we'll ever get it back either. The insurance company are paying her out and taking the car if it gets found.

I was woken at 7 by mum rushing in crying, flailing about and blabbling about, "Blythe did you hear anything last night?"
"No, I -"
"My car's been stolen, fucking hell they've got my car."
"EXPLETIVE EXPLETIVE EXPLETIVE"

To which she blabbled whilst crying and showing me and telling me the story that she would continue to repeat over the next four hours to me. I'm pretty sick of the story but strangely enough I've remained very calm. She had her handbag taken as well but after the police had popped round a neighbour turned up at the door with handbag and all intact apart from car keys. The car has house keys in, which is our only worry. Locksmiths are coming round later and we had SOCO in earlier as well but they didn't find anything.

Petty cash has been stolen but luckily things like credit cards and passports are still intact which was something we were worried about. No car. Still a bummer. It could be so, so much worse though. And the funny thing was the night before mum was telling me to get into bed at half nine. So I went at ten. I can't help feeling if I'd have stayed up like I usually do then I would have heard whoever it was. And I didn't wake up at all, but mum woke at 4.30.

Scoundrels. Why don't they get a job instead? A respectable one, maybe is the correct thing to say. To some, thievery is a career. To most, it's a crime.