He/they were back in the garden at 1am on Saturday night. This is getting ridiculous. On the plus side, it gets less unnerving each time. Eventually I'll probably start putting out tea and biscuits for them, like for Santa.
My guess is this time they were just using the garden as a through route to a burglary elsewhere. They'll have realised by now that this place is impregnable without breaking glass. I was so lucky that when they did the garage the first time, they didn't realise there was a COMPLETE SPARE SET OF HOUSE KEYS in there, not even hidden.
Still, I decided it's my public duty to notify the cops, rather than sit back smug and snug while they rob somebody else. The cops who came were very friendly, maybe partly because I'm a poor old codger to them. They said - next time call the emergency number while it's happening and we'll bring a dog.
Sunday night I put on the noise cancelling headphones, and watched Bavaria against Australia. Naturally I took sides, though I tried not to cheer too loud in case the burglars were around again. They might be Aussies.
According to Albert, the Australian papers are scapegoating the Aussie coach, a Dutchman. And even he himself is saying it's all his own fault, for leaving his strikers out of the side, and bringing forward Cahill, a midfielder. Apparently the quality of the Bavarian team (many of whom have been playing together for years) had nothing to do with it.