Home security of this form :
|Was all set to crop out that well worn welcome mat.|
Until I realised that I love what it symbolises.
(previous convictions for minor tax evasion and smoking a little something can be negotiated, I guess.)
And this form :
|Jack the (excitable) wonder dog|
In a cul de sac where we all see one another's comings and goings.
We know each other's business and pretend not to hear each other's door slamming.
We're in a security comfort zone - almost forgetting the big bad world beyond our street.
We duck across the road for a play, a chat, a cuppa and leave the door unlocked - or wide open if we're being truthful.
This week the big bad world came in and huffed and puffed.
A dodgy looking door knocker, followed twenty minutes later by the police in search of said dodgy looking door knocker had me rethinking the 'door wide open' policy we subscribe to here in Narnia.
Of course, Hubby (and his manly, protective, testosterone presence) left for greener pastures the very next day.
Granted, Magoo and I can be a scary duo - with our banshee like tantrums and overthinking, overtalking tendencies - but nonetheless I'm grateful for our locks, screen door and trusty companion.
I'd love to be grateful for this also:
Alas, it was installed four months ago, but never connected.
The technician hit a 'trouble' spot in the programming and left - to return at a time yet to be determined, obviously.
The not-so-great side to Hubby's 'mates rates' arrangements.
Playing along with Maxabella Loves - I'm Grateful For...