This weekend was supposed to be a happy one…..my cousins wedding was Saturday, a chance to catch up with family that we haven’t seen for a while.
It all went horribly wrong when the bf got a call just as we were going into the church. Some low life scum had broken into his workshop where we’ve been doing the kit cars…..this had happened between 5.30pm Friday (we’d been there for the afternoon, to get bits done, as we wouldn’t be about on Saturday) and sometime Saturday morning.
We stayed for the wedding service – the bride looked stunning, bridesmaids in blue, even a flower girl scattering petals in front of the bride as she walked down the isle. The groom brushed up good. The service was lovely, it was so nice to go to a wedding where the couple wanted top get married, both had massive smiles that stayed all through the service. The organist was on a mission….I’ve never sung ‘All things bright and beautiful’ so quickly, as for ‘Lord of the Dance’ well……
We went straight away after the service back to the bf to change, then off to the workshop to find out what damage had been done.
As always, you think the worst……….
Daisy is priceless to us, she is unique, unreplaceable. Cherry is very rare (about 67 in the world), but the Dutton Owners Club knows exactly where every car is. The equipment acquired over the years, from tools belonging to his late father to new bits brought for his birthday earlier in the year. As well as car parts, and push bikes.
When we got there, relief, the Dutton was still as we had left it. The little darlings had smashed the glass on the side door…..a fire door, so it wasn’t too easy. The door had been wedged shut by someone in a neighbouring unit. When we got in the workshop, we were amazed to find that the place hadn’t been trashed.
Daisy, apart from some cosmetic damage was fine. Whoever had done it had uncovered the back half of her, we’ve got a go-pro mount on the roll bar, but never leave the camera there, they left the helmets that were in the passenger side, and placed (not thrown) the rubbish bin, the right way up, on the drivers seat. Her back cover hadn’t been undone either. They took (and dropped outside) a glue gun from the back bench, and a crappy cheap kite I had in there. They uncovered a welder, and had walked past another welder. They took the bfs tool box – a very full three layer Halfords job (we kept it covered up while we wasn’t there, the cover was half thrown/placed at the back of the workshop). And they took his pushbike (left mine) which was strapped to the main garage door – this is where Daisy was damaged. There was a brand new radiator in a box, which they left along with his trolley jack next to it, as well as other bits such as axel stands.
It was really quite bizarre. Apart from the bits that were on the front of the tool box, pens, pencils, that sort of thing that had fallen off, a scrap metal bin that had been knocked over and some boxes moved to get the pushbike out, the bin and Daisy uncovered, it was relatively tidy. Even the stool that was randomly left in the middle of nowhere (the bf had used it to stand on just before we left Friday evening), was where we left it – they would’ve had to walk around it.
It turns out that the trailer they had used to take the stuff away, was stolen from around the corner, and that a quad bike had gone too…..they found the quad bike down the road.
What had happened was, about two weeks ago, our immediate neighbour had been broken into. Whoever had done it, had driven in via someone elses property, then across a field. That time they took a couple of bits and stole an old caravan. The owner of the site, thought it had been a revenge break in as our neighbour had fallen out with the guys who had the unit with him. I’d said at the time that they had walked around Cherry (her shell was separate to the chassis at the time), trampled grass down. They had obviously had a good look around, and decided that as Cherry was like that, that there was something worth taking from our unit.
What didn’t help, was that the doorstep had rotted away, and so had the bottom of the post next to the door (we knew it moved slightly), that’s how they managed to get in. We’ve got two locks on the door, the bottom one hadn’t been damaged. My plan on Sunday was to repair the door step…….
The tools can be replaced, but it’s the fact that someone entered without permission, that they stole items that the sentimental value far outweighs the monetary value. The tin snips and hacksaw that were his dads, the socket set he was given by his parents for his 18th Birthday, the verniers that he had as an apprentice. I suppose we should be relieved that the cars weren’t damaged, which we are, don’t get me wrong, but the emotional rollercoaster that goes with it is exhausting.
They won’t get in again so easily……Fort Knox eat your heart out!!!