Sometimes, you make a small irrational decision and it's only in retrospect that you realise what a godsend that decision was. There I was, having a mini sun nap after lunch (only for 20 minutes, it was 2pm so still too intense) on the terrace. Reading a book- one of my guilty pleasure authors: George MacDonald Fraser, completely chauvanistic but hilarious so it's allowed.
Instead of lying down for the whole 20 minutes, I felt bored after only 5 minutes. Which is odd as it combines three of my favourite after meal activities- reading, napping and sunshine. So, I got up and went in to get some water. I must have been gone only 3 minutes when I heard a funny crashing noise outside. There's a building site just opposite the house so I thought perhaps they'd dropped something on there. I re-emerged, water in hand, a few minutes later. Where I'd lain, just minutes earlier, there was a load of smashed glass including two shards as big as my wide open hand (which is big- I've the same size hands as many of my male friends- it comes from being 5'9" and just generally, built..) I think, if I'd still been there, my face would be in shreds and worst case scenario- a shard of glass through my throat.
Is it the hand of God or just woman's intuition (I think the latter generally only applies to human interaction as opposed to accidents and misfortune)? Whatever it was, I'm glad I didn't stay!!
It turned out that the top floor flat (9th floor, I'm on the 4th- thats 18m of drop height)had broken their window. Have they come down to see that I'm ok? No. Have they apologised? No. Have they offered to help clean up? No.
Anyway... no sign of creepy stalkers today. I tod my boss and he was appalled I hadn't told him at the time. He says he'll call teh police if I ever see him again.
There's a rubbish made for TV movie on tonight but as it's the only thing in English, I am part of the audience... until the next time! night night..
