wake me up when it's all over
Feb. 20th, 2008 09:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
llywelaSeem to have developed a Peeping Tom, somehow.
I was getting ready for my shower this morning, early, so it was pitch dark out still, and turned to see someone standing looking in through the back door window, who scurried away the moment I saw them. Too dark to see much: just a dark figure in a bulky coat.
Felt very shook up. I've never not felt safe in that flat, even after the burglary, but this really unsettled me. It did happen once before, about two years ago - right after the burglary, so I told the police when they phoned to check up on me. Nothing since that I know of, but I know that a couple of women have been attacked in the church car park a few doors down, so reserve the right to feel shaken up at the idea of someone lurking around outside my flat watching me, when it's dark and I can't see them. Poppy had been going nuts just before I saw him, running from window to window to look out, but she does that a fair bit and I've always just thought she could see another cat. Maybe it was this bloke every time - she's always nosy when there's anyone out the back, like the chap next foor and his barbeques.
Am now looking forward to the mornings getting lighter. And planning coping strategies. Will have to phone the landlord and let him know, because I want him to know.
Must also call the Scrap Man back to see if he'll actually take the damn car away this time.
Should have bought chocolate on my way into work. Drat.
And this afternoon I've got a meeting with Boss for the formal six-week notification of my redundancy. Marvellous. Still, at least I've got my shiny new Peeping Tom paranoia to distract me from the panic.
I was getting ready for my shower this morning, early, so it was pitch dark out still, and turned to see someone standing looking in through the back door window, who scurried away the moment I saw them. Too dark to see much: just a dark figure in a bulky coat.
Felt very shook up. I've never not felt safe in that flat, even after the burglary, but this really unsettled me. It did happen once before, about two years ago - right after the burglary, so I told the police when they phoned to check up on me. Nothing since that I know of, but I know that a couple of women have been attacked in the church car park a few doors down, so reserve the right to feel shaken up at the idea of someone lurking around outside my flat watching me, when it's dark and I can't see them. Poppy had been going nuts just before I saw him, running from window to window to look out, but she does that a fair bit and I've always just thought she could see another cat. Maybe it was this bloke every time - she's always nosy when there's anyone out the back, like the chap next foor and his barbeques.
Am now looking forward to the mornings getting lighter. And planning coping strategies. Will have to phone the landlord and let him know, because I want him to know.
Must also call the Scrap Man back to see if he'll actually take the damn car away this time.
Should have bought chocolate on my way into work. Drat.
And this afternoon I've got a meeting with Boss for the formal six-week notification of my redundancy. Marvellous. Still, at least I've got my shiny new Peeping Tom paranoia to distract me from the panic.
