Where’s the telly?… that’s the question we asked ourselves a few days after we arrived at our holiday home at Christmas time….
At first when we checked both apartments nothing seemed wrong. When we leave the house after the summer season, we cover all the furniture with dustsheets, and everything looked just like we left it. A couple of days later as my mother was coming to visit from Italy to spend Christmas with us, I thought I would put the small TV downstairs, which we bought many years before, so she could watch RAI UNO or RAI DUE during the holidays.
When I told Mr C, he replied “but there is already a TV down there, it’a the big Samsung one we bought only last year, full HD, with satellite box and dvd player” -
“But there’s nothing downstairs!!” I replied “I dusted the cabinets this morning and there’s nothing on them!“
So we went to double check, yes of course I now remembered that we did buy a new telly for the downstairs apartment! the professional photographer in the summer even took a picture of it!
We started to look everywhere, taking all the dustsheets off the furniture. Had we put the TV and other electronics in cabinets? we checked under the bed, between the mattress cover, behind the TV cabinets, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, nothing there…
It gradually dawned on us that the telly, dvd player, satellite box and i-pod docking station had vanished….. we’d been burgled since our last visit to Croatia in the summer! aaaarghhhh!!!
We thought it was very strange, because there was no sign of doors locks being forced, or windows being smashed. And then suddenly we put two-and-two together and realized that only earlier we’d noticed that a towel-rail under the bathroom window was broken and hanging almost off the wall.
We questioned our cleaner about it, asking whether she’d maybe leaned on it trying to clean the window and window cill? She’s such a sweet girl with a heart of gold, dreamy mentality and was in complete shock at the revelation. “No” she replied close to tears. Her mother who helps her with the cleaning noticed a month before that it was broken, but she’d forgotten about it.
Our friend Flash Gordan (the one and only!) came round and although a bit calmer, he was also shocked and said, “There’s something I’ve got to tell you…” We listened in silence until he said with a serious stare, “It wasn’t me.” Then we burst out laughing and assured Gordan he wasn’t our prime suspect. However, he added, “It’s not worth going to the Police about this, they don’t do a damn thing!.”
Unfortunately, we were going to have to submit a claim to our household insurance, which usually requires a police report. When we explained this we could almost hear Gordan’s thoughts ticking over - Oohh shit, I’ve got the keys to the house so the police will almost certainly suspect me. We later ventured to the local Police station in Trogir and our adventure continued.
Read all about it in our next post… Crimewatch Croatia – An encounter with the Croatian “Miami Vice” cop