It's been a patch. I seem to keep on saying this and I'm tired of repeating myself. I'm also working on rearranging my head to look on the bright side of life. It is easier said than done, sometimes.
Last Friday, mid-morning, I went into the garden to pick herbs for my market prep. Something wasn't quite right and there was broken white pipe lying around and this:
The metal sprinklers off the end of the hosepipes for the grey water system. But that was just the beginning. They'd also stolen the plug and the cable to the pump.
And:
The heavy gauge cable from the borehole pump's control panel had been cut, ripped out and the conduit damaged.
There had been another plug and cable: to the outside light which was also unplugged and the cable ripped from the light.
On the face of it, this is petty. However, replacing the underground cables means digging up. The borehole is a complicated thing so it's a professional job. That's a cost. So it must be an insurance claim, the value of which will far exceed the value that the thieves might have seen from the sale of those "bits and bobs".
In the meantime, I'm working hard on not feeling like a vulnerable victim and rather focusing on the good folk in the village who step up and who are as, if not more, enraged about intruders and the effect of not being able to water the garden is having on their handiwork. Yes, my gardener is very annoyed: he's proud of what he does in the garden and wants to see it thrive.
It's the little things that are big. I have to choose the good ones and do my best to keep the bad ones as very little.
Until next time
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