busynesses

strange story- yesterday the front street door to our propoerty was kicked in by baddies, armed, who wanted to pillage my property and damage my space. luckily a) i wasnt home, as think i would have fallen ever so slightly to pieces during their dramatic entry into my property and a broken door lying on the floor, needless to say the weaponry and b) that the world's greatest domestic worker, priscilla works at our house and screamed and swore at them, pushed the panic button and managed to chase them away. so all in all, it wasnt a bad story, it could have ended very differently, but still baffles me. it is just too surreal, in a funny/ not so funny kind of way to have people kicked down your door to break in. i am obviously behind the times and forgot that we are now in the wild west. who are you kidding. so the rest of the afternoon was spent shopping for new door, hinges etc, and watching the builders fit a new one. riviting i can tell that much. the problem is that i am generally home alone much of the time, and its rather unpleasant knowing that security has been breached yet again. what happened to home is one's sanctuary. tough luck.
leaving for joburg on sunday so have change of scenery will help feel more normal again. despite the six million hours of work i have to get through while there, and the potential employers and hard cores in the industries i have to talk to. builds character did i hear someone say? bugger off.