To catch a thief – and get our car back
I was going to blog today about how to write a sex scene. Thought it might be funny. But then my husband woke me up at 6am. “My car’s been stolen,” he said. “Check I’m not dreaming.” And I lost my sense of humour.
I ran outside in my pyjamas in the rain. No car. No glass. No nothing. It looked to me like they had either somehow got round the car’s software and driven it away – or lifted it onto a truck. “It won’t work without a key,” my husband said. He’d checked with the makers – BMW. They had told him the software was secure.
Now we have lost our transport for the props – oh yes, I was meant to be driving up to Manchester tomorrow with all the props. And the lighting and sound crew don’t have their lift back to London after the last show of Martini Bond. This weekend is the last time the cast will be performing Martini Bond: Her hunt for the spy who loved her mum. And we’re all on a tight budget.
So thanks a bundle, car thieves. You must really get some job satisfaction stealing from people who are trying to make a living. I’m usually against capital punishment, an eye for an eye and all that. But right now, I’m thinking may be Saudi Arabia are on to something.
Anyway, I just hope they can’t get the car to work.
What are your views on stealing? Are they modern-day Robin Hoods? Is it OK to steal from the rich? Or should we just chop their hands off? And what about stealing from the poor – or people who frankly just work?