... try to finish thinking about what's happened over the weekend.
A dear, lovely, friend nearby was burgled on Saturday night. She is nearly elderly, in her middle eighties, widowed last year, a stalwart in our village, a friend to all, and the whole issue is making her so apprehensive, knowing that such slack-jawed, skiving, layabout cheats and barstewards are out there, taking their perverse advantage of the 'lockdown', and generally being utter contemptible thieves and charlatans and, by their disgusting behaviour, giving normal, law-abiding citizens a damn b****y good reason to despise this lazy, despicable, nasty dross of humanity we have to put up with in our British society.
We're all rallying round our lady chum, of course, but it brings it all back to home when such a disgraceful, cowardly, slimy act happens within yards of your own castle.
I rest my case.