Being burgled

I live in a comfortably safe middle-class area, presumptuously described as 'little Switzerland' by estate agents who presumably have never set foot in Switzerland.

I've lived here for a long time, over thirty years, in that time my children have grown up, my parents have spent many happy times visting, lots of parties, the wakes of my father and brother,  when anything is wrong everyone congregates here, it's the bedrock of the family: all in all a house blessed with very happy memories.

All that was viciously torn asunder last Wednesday afternoon. A beautiful, typically English sunny midsummer's day.