Today was a much better day than I've had for a while. I ran about 8 1/2 miles, nice and slow and it felt pretty good. I was planning on a 10 miler but called it early. I'll get back up to my 10 long run soon. It just felt good to get outside and run and not think about anything. Well, I did fantasize quite a bit about what I would like to do to the bottom feeding cretin that stole my stuff. As my friend Bosco pointed out, my fantasies did include shooting the creep, shooting him low and in a particularly sensitive bit of anatomy. Whoever it was should hope that the cops find him before I do. Creep.
While I do know I won't get my stuff back, I'm still calling every place I can think of with info on my stuff-just in case. At least I have the satisfaction of knowing I've done everything I possibly can to get it back. and I found some old credit card statements that will show the insurance company what I paid for some stuff. It doesn't cover everything but there's a lot there and it will help. And as Alan and some others have said-they didn't touch the cars. Pugsley is safe and sound as well as Casper and Big Blue and all the others. The funny thing is, I'm not sure the bottom feeding cretin would be able to drive my cars. They're a bit touchy, as most British cars are, and you don't just jump in them, turn the key, and drive off. I like to think that Pugsley and the others would refuse to respond to anyone's touch but mine and Hubby's. They know us, you see, and they would'nt take kindly to a stranger.