My dad burst into my room at 7am and poked me, saying 'Harriet, I hate to tell you this, but someone has stolen the bonnet off of your car.'
Haha very funny I thought... is today April Fools? No... that's in April. Leaping out of my bed and running to my dressing room window I looked out to see my baby Clio, Gary, with no bonnet, engine exposed.
On closer inspection, the thieves had managed to wrench their way into the door, pull the lever to open the bonnet of my Renault Clio and then unhinge it, cutting my windscreen washer cables and causing close to £800 of damage in their path. The door was gaping open at the top a good 3 inches and there were dents all along it where they had kicked and smashed their way in.
My dad rang the police for me as I was still in a state of shock. I didn't really want to go outside because not only did I not want to see all the damage I would need to fix, but neighbours were beginning to mill about and talk about it on the busy main road that I live on in South London.
After 10 minutes a police man was at the door, he took some info about the incident and I was classed as a 'victim' which I found slightly odd. He took me to the car and made me see if anything was stolen. Luckily as I had been to Brighton and had friends in the back, I had taken all my expensive shoes and stuff out that I normally just throw on the floor. They had in fact only taken my parking change pot which had around £10 in, they even left all of my CD’s and packet of dirty (Paris Hilton) cigarettes.
He left, and a SOCO (Scene of Crime Officer), yes I had a real CSI, left the police station to meet us. I'm not going to lie, I was pretty excited about this because I am an avid fan of CSI and wanted to see what they really did - which wasn't much - but when he turned up I found myself pretty disappointed, nothing like Mac Taylor or Gil Grissom. He also said he hated CSI so lost a few points in my book.
After finding a ('brilliant') set of fingerprints on the inner door, he went on to take mine to eliminate me from the process, which just made me feel a little like a criminal. I took a picture of my fingers because I thought it was cool!
I took the car to be repaired and should hopefully have it back by the end of the week. What a horrible day. I think it’s safe to say I didn’t bother going in to college...! What’s funny is I’m never even normally at home, and even when I am I very very rarely get the parking space right outside my house and instead have to park in a permit bay at the end of the next road.
One thing that managed to cheer me up was that my April Vogue (Kate Winslet looks sooo different and I can't wait to read the Q&A with Dolce & Gabbana) came and also my sisters 22nd Birthday present of MAC eyelashes which I wrapped up really nicely.
To cheer me up, my dad went shopping and bought some pancake stuff so that we could have our first pancake day (we never normally bother with it). I only managed three pancakes before I started feeling really sick.
I should really of taken a photo of my damaged car to show you all how brutal people can be, but I forgot and I don't really want a picture to remind me. I miss him already and he's only been gone a few hours! (Yes I personify my cars)
How was your day guys? Has anything like this happened to you before? Did you have some tasty pancakes today?
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