We went out for lunch at Vistana Hotel today, and followed it up with a trip to the clinic for Leah's injection.
All went well. When we arrived home we found that our house had been broken into. We were quite shocked to see that someone had used a sharp type of knife to cut through the grille, which we had padlocked.
We nervously began exploring the house. We noticed a few files with our papers, certificates and passports spread all over the bedroom floor, but nothing had been taken. The thief was obviously after some jewellery, but fortunately we are not into buying (real) jewellery! Ha!
Here you can see how the thief had cut off part of the grille where the padlock hangs
Our neighbours said they had heard some loud banging but thought nothing of it. How I wish they did think something of it!
Apparently the thief tried to get in the neighbour's house but someone was home. Our other neighbours in the block opposite have been broken into a few times in the recent past, with jewellery gone missing.
Now we have to repair the grille
Three of our neighbours have seen the thief face-to-face and their descriptions of him match up. Then I suddenly remembered earlier this morning when we were leaving for the hotel, there was a thin Malay man smoking cigarettes at the bottom of the stairs, in his mid-40's. He saw us go down and leave our home. He also had prime viewing of my neighbour's house opposite us. I am extremely sure he is the thief.
He's stupid enough to keep coming back to these apartments, so I'm sure he'll be back before long.
I'm gonna get you thief!