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On re-reading my previous post I realise I may have unintentionally given the impression that the things Ant lost were of low monetary value but high emotional significance. I should perhaps note that these personal effects were not only deeply important but also massively valuable, being largely made of silver and/or antique in nature. Family heirlooms and the like.
On the positive side, most of these were monogrammed or instantly recognisable. Further, thanks to my obsessive hoarding of cardboard boxes, it turned out that I had serial numbers for most of the electrical items. I understand the chance of recovery is still slim-to-none, but that has got to be an improvement on 'none'.
(As an aside, the boxes also mean I'm in a better position re the insurance people; much of Ant's stuff was second-hand or gifted, and he has little or no proof that he owns them or even that they exist. I actually feel pretty bad about that - it's like I have been only slightly inconvenienced while Ant's life has been torn apart.)
Sleep, the first night, was scarce and fitful; I kept having those sort of waking dreams where you very strongly imagine that you've got out of bed and spotted something on the floor that you think you've lost, and reach out to pick it up, but then you - not so much "wake up" but - realise that you're still in bed and haven't in fact moved. The sleep paralysis and hallucinations have kicked in, but it doesn't actually feel like sleep as such. Weird. Last night was better, but I still had a very peculiar dream; I got an LJ notification saying that
pax_draconis had invited me to become his friend on the recommendation of
averylaterabbit, but when I clicked to accept I was told "pax_draconis is surrounded by a red river of security! We cannot complete your friendship at this time" (or words to that effect - I distinctly remember the 'red river' metaphor though). I remember thinking how daft it was that the system would allow you to invite somebody to do something that your security settings forbade.
And then we slept in, because the beepy alarm is no substitude for a radio alarm clock (for which I had been using the stereo, now departed) - we just went back to sleep.
On the positive side, most of these were monogrammed or instantly recognisable. Further, thanks to my obsessive hoarding of cardboard boxes, it turned out that I had serial numbers for most of the electrical items. I understand the chance of recovery is still slim-to-none, but that has got to be an improvement on 'none'.
(As an aside, the boxes also mean I'm in a better position re the insurance people; much of Ant's stuff was second-hand or gifted, and he has little or no proof that he owns them or even that they exist. I actually feel pretty bad about that - it's like I have been only slightly inconvenienced while Ant's life has been torn apart.)
Sleep, the first night, was scarce and fitful; I kept having those sort of waking dreams where you very strongly imagine that you've got out of bed and spotted something on the floor that you think you've lost, and reach out to pick it up, but then you - not so much "wake up" but - realise that you're still in bed and haven't in fact moved. The sleep paralysis and hallucinations have kicked in, but it doesn't actually feel like sleep as such. Weird. Last night was better, but I still had a very peculiar dream; I got an LJ notification saying that
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And then we slept in, because the beepy alarm is no substitude for a radio alarm clock (for which I had been using the stereo, now departed) - we just went back to sleep.
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Freud would have a field day with that one...
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You both have my sympathy* (which, if I included some cash, you could use to buy stamps). Don't tell anyone.
* This is a terrible phrase, but hopefully it gets the idea across. On the other hand "Your uncalled for misfortunes give me an odd feeling in my tummy and make me feel sad for you both" is not the sort of sentence I feel comfortable typing, so the symapthy one will have to do.
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Wishing you better sleep and police efficiency.
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When I had my car burnt outside my house, I had possibly the worse nights sleep ever, and the next several were not much better.
Talk to someone about it, get it out of your system.
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