Burglary
They kicked the shit out of our front door. I mean they really went to town. They had to, given the fact it was double-locked and it is (or was) pretty damn thick. It’s now pretty splintered up.
I’ve had to take the day off work to get a new door fixed. I’m sitting here alone in the flat, our front door splintered all to hell, and I’m quietly reading in our lounge.
I hear someone approach our front door. They pause, and then put a letter through the letterbox in our very broken, slightly ajar door.
The postman.
He doesn’t stick to around to see if a burglary is happening, whether anyone’s hurt, or even call out to see if anyone’s home. He just drops his letter through the broken, ajar door and leaves.
It’s really hard to believe in people sometimes.
