Jamming

The three kilos of bullaces I picked finally got made into jam today.  I chose the  time Mrs TT was out of the house otherwise she would have got upset with the mess I tend to generate.  It was all cleaned up by the time she got back.  I had a nap in the afternoon having been up in the early hours and obliged to drive to town to reset the alarms.  A window had been smashed and the CCTV showed someone has been shining a torch into the shop during recent nights, no doubt casing the premises.  The shop is well protected with internal bars, a metal door shutter and alarms.  I think the window was smashed either in frustration or to test if the alarms worked. Nonetheless, it is both annoying and disconcerting.