Feeling of being overrun

Bitter medicine never comes in small doses, I sighed. To my chagrin, I discovered that our old washer drier had packed up finally Sunday morning with a pool of water on the floor. 

That morning, Bella and I were supposed to be attending Bella’s doggie friend’s first birthday party at Kensington Gardens, and I was rather looking forward to it because of the recent unpleasant incidents. Oh well, I am annoyed but what can I do? Because I seem to have very little control of anything recently. 

Instead of heading towards Chelsea, I trekked to Oxford Circus with Hubbie in tow. And at John Lewis, we ordered an washer drier by Bosch. 

After coming home, I took Bella to Regents Park…

The ground was a full of weekend footballers. 

Because of the remnant of Storm Brian, it was very windy and I had to be extra careful when I threw a frisbee for Bella…

It kept on amazing me that she was very good at anticipating where the frisbee would land. 

Then, she lost it…

Literally, the frisbee disappeared! I combed and combed piles of the fallen leaves but never managed to find the frisbee. How weird, it just vanished into thin air!

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Recurring nightmare

It had been precisely two weeks since the thieves broken into Hubbie’s office. And they came back again last night. They tried to take one of our Macs.

But this time, it didn’t go according to their plan…

They were in for a (nasty) surprise. All the Macs were secured to each desk with computer locks, and they remained on the desks. Out of the desperation, they dragged one of the desks to the door but gave up in the end and fled.

Later on, our office neighbours, who lived upstairs and alerted the police, came to see us and recounted how the incident unfolded last night. ‘This time, they rammed the door with their moped!’ Despite the door being fortified with metal plates and additional locks, the thugs bursted it open in less than a minute.

The landlord visited the office in mid-morning, looking vidibly guilt-ridden. ‘We can not come back here until a proper steel door and additional security features such as window grills and more effective alarm system are in place.’ We all agreed.

So we moved all the Macs to my home sweet home again…

Ugh, I am not a sort of girl who lives in pyjama bottoms at home, but living side by side with the actual working office won’t be easy for anyone, will it? No more lying in or walking around the flat in my sports bra and bike shorts after my morning exercise.

Having said that, I do want the office to be properly burglar-proofed with beefed-up security so I can sleep soundly every night.

May be we should have had an Alsatian instead of a Yorkie…

Bella, you are too burglar-friendly…

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Oh boy

I’m just not in the mood to do blogging right now even though I have an ample time to do so. Do you wanna know why I’m so unmotivated?

Hubbie’s office was broken in last night.

I was absolutely gobsmacked when Hubbie phoned me this morning from a front door of his office. He arrived at the door and saw a substantial damage on it with a huge padlock dangling from it…

This was what the police attached in order to secure the door.

Our neighbours, who lived above our office and reported the commotion to the police last night, saw two motorbikes and four guys speeding away from the street.

The actual damage, apart from the front door, was his five Macs. The thieves yanked them off from the desks and took them away. Luckily, they didn’t take any servers or cameras, therefore, they didn’t clean us out.

If you see this mark on your window or door, clean it right away!

A guy from another office on the same street had paid a visit to us and pointed out that the mark on our window was the same one which was left on his basement window. He claimed that the mark was a sign left by street criminals for members of local burglars so they would know which property to break in. And this particular one indicated which business premises had Macs in their office!

Our landlord came with a team of builders later so they could secure the front door. Their electric drill made a loud noise, and poor Bella was freaking out.

I don’t know when I feel like getting back to chronicling my road trip yet. I would like to but feel a bit too distracted…

You know what I mean…

The criminals made such a mess on my desk, and I am too depressed to sort it out right now… 😦

Petit Train, ambulance & soldiers…

We arrived back to the city centre from the west bank, using our return tickets. We alighted at Broglie which was a tram stop one stop away from Homme de Fer. From there, we walked down Rue du Dôme and at Rue des Hallebardes, we turned right and followed the street towards our hotel.

Same as the most of the streets around the famous cathedral, rue des Hallebardes was lined with high-end fashion boutiques, chocolatiers and beauty shops. Their show windows were beautifully dressed and the items on display were all very seductive.

How about this backpack for a champagne picnic?…

Very chic, huh? They also had a matching set of canvass chairs too.

Then, we saw the Petit Train which came down the street towards us and stopped…

 

​A man was strapped on the stretcher, and the medics were standing around the open doors…

They seemed to be in no hurry to take the patient away. Maybe, he has injured himself rather than he is suspected of health scares, such as heart attack or brain hemorrhage, we guessed as we observed the scene.
Then, we saw a group of soldiers coming down the street…

They marched on, stony-faced…

The sight reminded us that we were living in a precarious time. A sense of danger was never far away…

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Homme de Fer to Porte de l’Hôpital

Mum and I traveled to the south of the city, using Line A. We wanted to visit the area called Petite France because it looked most interesting when the Petit Train took us there last time.

From Homme de Fer to Porte de l’Hôpital…

As we alighted from the tram, a fire engine appeared and sped past us…

 

 

Allez, pompiers!

Mum and a tram…

The streets around Quai Saint-Nicolas were very quiet…

‘Not much is happening here, is it?’

Mum and I were a bit disappointed because most of the business on the south bank of the river were closed and the area appeared deserted. It was a very hot afternoon, and we were dying to replenish ourselves with some cold drink. Yet, it took us ages before we stumbled across a small cafe on Place Henri Dunant. At Cafe Recto-verso, we sat at one of the tables under the shade and drank orange juice.

We felt much energised after a breather and headed northwards, crossing Ponts Couverts which connected the north bank and the south bank.

Then, we carried on sauntering along Quai Turckhelm…

At Rue du Faubourg-National, we crossed to the west bank of the river and walked to a tram stop at Faubourg-National Gare.

Now, it is time for us to head back to the cathedral, we waited for Line B to carry us home…

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