Last night after the girls were safely tucked in bed, we started watching the movie "Panic Room" with Jodie Foster and a very very young but highly recognisable Kristen Stewart!
Just after the nail biting scene where Jodie Foster makes a dash out of her panic room to retrieve her daughter's insulin pack .. Dean gets up to check on the guards ... something we don't question anymore, it's just something we do on autopilot (see if they're actually awake, or actually on duty .. that kinda thing).
Surprise surprise ... no guard where he's supposed to be!
At the precise moment we were thinking "bloody hell, we're so sick of having to check on these dudes" ... the doorbell rang and it was one of the guards to tell us there was no power at his post. So Dean went to investigate.
While outside he noticed that a truck that was parked 5 or so hours earlier outside our gate on our shared driveway .. was, curiously, still there!
Kinda weirded out by this stage (probably by the home invader movie we were in the midst of) .. Dean went out to the guardhouse to investigate while I stayed by the front door of our own "panic room" (house) just in case things got nasty.
You never know!
So, after a rather loud conversation with the guards, a call to his secretary who acted as translator, a bit of argy bargy with the driver & his sidekick, Dean had the truck moved out onto the main road. He was told that the truck drivers needed a rest and drove the truck through the main gates. That didn't make sense to me!
Why would a truck driver pick our property for a rest? Why would a truck driver think he could park on a private property for a rest anyway, especially in farmhouseville? Unless maybe, he knew there were 4 properties sharing a driveway, and figured no-one would bother questioning why a truck was parked there? And that the guards would allow it?
Nup, I wasn't buying it! After Jodie dealt with her home invaders, and Kristen was out of danger of a hypo and the baddies carted off by the NYC cops .. we went to bed .. but feeling very uncomfortable about the whole truck thing.
Dean and I talked it through and freaked ourselves out further thinking of conspiracy theories! Mel Gibson eat your heart out!
Maybe this was a planned attack and the truck had been planted there earlier in the day deliberately?
So????? So the truck was parked there so they could fill it with stuff they were going to steal from us!
Maybe the guards were in on it and the whole "we don't have power" thing was a ruse to get us outside so they could knock us on the head and steal everything?
Or worse!
Our minds got the better of us with wild imaginings and we went to bed rather reluctantly.
So I set my alarm for 12 and 3am to check on things, and the guards of course!
12am, all ok.
3am .. fog's rolled in.
Guard's shut the door, I don't blame him, it's bloody cold .. but I can't see him which means he can't see any possible intruders/murderers/muggers/thieves tippytoeing round our garden. I give him a missed call on his mobile and he gets the message .. comes out and does a few reccy laps!
Between 3am and 5am I don't sleep, I'm too freaked out by this possibility of a conspiracy theory to be honest. Have we done our time on Maple Drive? Just been here too long? Read too many farfetched but yet very real horror stories of muggings / murders / rapes / theft / arson / pillage / honour killings / blackmail / kidnap in our daily newspaper? Are we jaded or too cynical now?
So when you get to this point of mistrust what do you do? Talk yourself out of it? Freak yourself out everyday with even more preposterous possibilities? Time to pull up stumps n leave? What would you do?
Dean gets to the bottom of it in the morning .. the truck delivered something to the 4th (the newly built) farmhouse and decided to stay there for a rest. Our day guard didn't question it, on the shift change the night guards didn't question it because .. well there are a whole lot of theories on that one .. suffice to say they weren't doing a very good job of guarding us!
Just after the nail biting scene where Jodie Foster makes a dash out of her panic room to retrieve her daughter's insulin pack .. Dean gets up to check on the guards ... something we don't question anymore, it's just something we do on autopilot (see if they're actually awake, or actually on duty .. that kinda thing).
Surprise surprise ... no guard where he's supposed to be!
At the precise moment we were thinking "bloody hell, we're so sick of having to check on these dudes" ... the doorbell rang and it was one of the guards to tell us there was no power at his post. So Dean went to investigate.
While outside he noticed that a truck that was parked 5 or so hours earlier outside our gate on our shared driveway .. was, curiously, still there!
Kinda weirded out by this stage (probably by the home invader movie we were in the midst of) .. Dean went out to the guardhouse to investigate while I stayed by the front door of our own "panic room" (house) just in case things got nasty.
You never know!
So, after a rather loud conversation with the guards, a call to his secretary who acted as translator, a bit of argy bargy with the driver & his sidekick, Dean had the truck moved out onto the main road. He was told that the truck drivers needed a rest and drove the truck through the main gates. That didn't make sense to me!
Why would a truck driver pick our property for a rest? Why would a truck driver think he could park on a private property for a rest anyway, especially in farmhouseville? Unless maybe, he knew there were 4 properties sharing a driveway, and figured no-one would bother questioning why a truck was parked there? And that the guards would allow it?
Nup, I wasn't buying it! After Jodie dealt with her home invaders, and Kristen was out of danger of a hypo and the baddies carted off by the NYC cops .. we went to bed .. but feeling very uncomfortable about the whole truck thing.
Dean and I talked it through and freaked ourselves out further thinking of conspiracy theories! Mel Gibson eat your heart out!
Maybe this was a planned attack and the truck had been planted there earlier in the day deliberately?
So????? So the truck was parked there so they could fill it with stuff they were going to steal from us!
Maybe the guards were in on it and the whole "we don't have power" thing was a ruse to get us outside so they could knock us on the head and steal everything?
Or worse!
Our minds got the better of us with wild imaginings and we went to bed rather reluctantly.
So I set my alarm for 12 and 3am to check on things, and the guards of course!
12am, all ok.
3am .. fog's rolled in.
Guard's shut the door, I don't blame him, it's bloody cold .. but I can't see him which means he can't see any possible intruders/murderers/muggers/thieves tippytoeing round our garden. I give him a missed call on his mobile and he gets the message .. comes out and does a few reccy laps!
Between 3am and 5am I don't sleep, I'm too freaked out by this possibility of a conspiracy theory to be honest. Have we done our time on Maple Drive? Just been here too long? Read too many farfetched but yet very real horror stories of muggings / murders / rapes / theft / arson / pillage / honour killings / blackmail / kidnap in our daily newspaper? Are we jaded or too cynical now?
So when you get to this point of mistrust what do you do? Talk yourself out of it? Freak yourself out everyday with even more preposterous possibilities? Time to pull up stumps n leave? What would you do?
Dean gets to the bottom of it in the morning .. the truck delivered something to the 4th (the newly built) farmhouse and decided to stay there for a rest. Our day guard didn't question it, on the shift change the night guards didn't question it because .. well there are a whole lot of theories on that one .. suffice to say they weren't doing a very good job of guarding us!
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