One evening my car got broken into. I got a knock on the door in the middle of the night from my neighbour who’d spotted my obviously-ransacked car, doors askew, in the driveway. From there, my night, as well as the subsequent days, became about police, sniffer dogs, dusting for fingerprints, missing items and my property being ‘taken down to the station for photographing’.
None of which I was expecting. It came out of nowhere and just like that it was a thing. It was a suddenly.