Ventilation

It seems to be a woman thing to ventilate and air when something upsetting occurs in your life. Like a burglary or an attempted such. On Thursday evening the neighbour and I did so for about 6 hours, trying to get our heads around that we had been targets for a lowlife thief. Some of the things we talked about were how disappointed she was that the "CSI" technician was an ugly old fart. That she had come home on Wednesday, gone to the bathroom sitting there doing what was necessary, noticing a lot of clothes on the floor without thinking about why they were there (yes the idiot/s had gone thru their wash-bin!). That he/they had invaded her privacy. That when the police woman came to take my report on Thursday, and the two police advisors arrived shortly after they started to kiss-kiss-kiss like having a mini-reunion. Glad I could be of service! How happy I was that I choose to invest in extra secure doors and glass, so that they couldn't get in. How her boyfriend who opted to go out with friends on Thursday evening could expect the silent treatment from her for a really long time. How one of the neighbours told the police that he'd seen a suspicious car on the street. 8 weeks ago! How angry she is with the owners to the flat she and her boyfriend rents for being cheapo and just installing basic doors and windows. On the ground floor! How good it is to talk to somebody who understands and share the same feelings. And how nice it is to live in a house where people care about each other. This is really an experience I could've lived without, but since that is no longer an option I'm choosing to learn from it. And bask in the feeling that I'm not alone in this. There are people around me who care, and will look out for me and my flat when I'm not around. And the police advisor was really cute!