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Heinous crime

September 27, 2010

I fear I must report a heinous crime.

One of my window boxes has been stolen.

I realise that, in the grand scheme of things, this is not a serious matter. Far, far worse stuff happens all the time, often to me. But somehow, in a weekend of shocks, betrayals, reversals and disillusionments (yes, we’ve been quite busy) it is, somehow, the window box contrives to come out on top as my chief source of sadness.

Obviously, I’m displacing an awful lot of crap onto this windowbox. If it were still with us, no doubt it would crumble hopelessly under the strain. Alas, it is long gone.

I think the dastardly deed was commited on Friday night. I’d been out, with lovely fellow bloggers like Lulu, London City Mum , Home Truths and Sarah from Maison Cupcake, learning how to do clever things with Miele steam cookers, thanks to Silvana Franco – it is amazing, these steamer thingies seem to preserve every trace of flavour and colour while cooking perfectly – and I somewhat, ahem, staggered back home again. I certainly didn’t notice anything was missing.

It wasn’t until late the next day, when we finally and belatedly got our skates on to go to the National Portrait Gallery, that I noticed the yawning gap where the window box had been. Two were still there. One was, undeniably, absent. Gah! I kept thinking, if only I’d watered it the night before (as I had been planning to do before I went out, but ran out of time) then at least it would have been a lot heavier. And, with any luck, it would have leaked all over the robbers’ trousers. Damn.

The truth is it will be probably better off with the robbers. I am a bit hopeless about watering things. Fingers crossed, at least, it has gone to a good home, where people will dead-head the geraniums and make sure the cyclamen doesn’t go all droopy.

In the meantime, I’ve moved the other two boxes into the back garden, finally got the bulb changed in the security light and I’m ordering plantation shutters. And as for the shocks, betrayals, reversals and disillusionments – obviously, I’m going to be too busy having shutters fitted to even think about that lot.

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  • Nota Bene September 27, 2010 at 6:16 am

    That is indeed a heinous crime..are you sure you didn’t put it somehwere when you stumbled back? Under the pillow perhaps? I lost a window box once. From the window ledge on my fourth floor flat. There had been a high wind that night. I expect it was the same people that pinched yours.

    • Dulwich Divorcee September 27, 2010 at 8:00 am

      I’m pretty sure I didn’t sleep with it under my pillow, Nota Bene …at least, there was no tell-tale mud anywhere in the morning ….I’m not altogether sure that you’re taking this terrible crime seriously enough, tsk 😉

  • London City Mum September 27, 2010 at 10:09 am

    Did it hanker after a better life perhaps and is now hiding in a Miele steam oven, hoping to evolve into a butternut squash risotto?

    Just a thought. Random, of course.

    LCM x

    p.s. lovely to meet and chat with you at the event!

    • Dulwich Divorcee September 28, 2010 at 3:12 pm

      Lovely to meet you in person at last after admiring your blog for ages! Yes, I sort of hope you’re right and my windowbox has had a radical makeover ….if it did evolve into that gorgeous butternut squash risotto I’d definitely eat it all up x

  • English Mum September 27, 2010 at 10:22 am

    How blimming rude. And ooh, sounds like a lovely evening too.

    • Dulwich Divorcee September 28, 2010 at 3:13 pm

      Blimmin rude and a bit blimmin too close to home, as well, although I’ll feel better when I’ve got the shutters sorted out. Honestly, London’s going to pot since you left again ….but we did have a splendid night out x

  • Emma September 27, 2010 at 3:37 pm

    That’s really quite annoying! Sounds like you had a fab night though!! x

    • Dulwich Divorcee September 28, 2010 at 3:15 pm

      Yes, it was a bit horrid. I think it was probably teenagers with nothing better to do, though what on earth they’d do with an underwatered windowbox I have no idea – I suspect it wasn’t the best thought-out plan …. yes, lovely night out, hope we meet at one of these some time 🙂

  • Carrie September 29, 2010 at 8:57 am

    SO annoying for you – I don’t have window boxes now we no longer live in London, and I really miss them!

    Thanks for the link!

    • Dulwich Divorcee September 30, 2010 at 6:54 am

      Yes, my windows look really bare now, sniff. Don’t you have windowsills any more now you’re out of London? Or is it just a London thing? Lovely to meet you the other night.