Be Vigilant(e)

Get me, badass vigilante... It pays to be a bit paranoid after our break-ins. Mel was going to bed and looked out the window to see a hoodie crouching by the gate of a neighbour's drive. I came through to have a look as he started to stealthily move up the side of the car.

Dash to door, trainers on, out the front. He obviously heard this and was upright and walking away nonchalantly. Then quickened. Then as I shouted 'Oi!' he was running off. So. I gave chase. I was catching the little bugger, managed a dramatic shout of 'You're not going to outrun me son!', turned into the main road to see him heading strangely straight for a car. But he was into the back seat, and tyres squeal as the dark blue or black BMW touring (3 or 5 series) pulls off, and then Starsky and Hutch style takes the next left. SV02 CVP, which someone on Twitter has checked on the DVLA and... It says VW Golf. So looks like fake plates.

Turns out there has been another break in on the main road just round from us. I let the neighbour know what happened and he has a friend nearby who had two bikes nicked a couple of weeks ago. This is turning into the bloody Wild West. Cops, again, as frustrated as we are. Believe it or not there are just SIX officers patrolling East Edinburgh overnight. That includes Niddrie and Craigmillar (which the cop reckoned they needed at least six for on its own). Three cars. That's yer lot. Extends from Cameron Toll to the far end of Porty.

Angry angry letter going to the Right Honourable Mr Macaskill soon.

It has been pointed out that chasing down a ned isn't perhaps the most sensible thing to do, but adrenaline does odd things, especially when so recently having been a victim of crime. And having never really had any dealings with the police, that's three visits and sets of statements in 2 weeks, all for separate things happening.