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Our son CJ celebrated his 40th birthday,
Immediate family invited to Ramsgate
In Natal, to celebrate this day in a special way,
A guest house was rented by our son,
Which once again became our fate!
By the sea, what a wonderful view to see,
We arrived last Monday, and the fun,
Immediately begun.
Evenings, we took turns to cook,
I took a book,
How silly always something to do,
Like children we even played pass the parcel,
We all wanted to win even Marcel,
Who I had never met, but I won the voucher.
We played 30 seconds, this game
Made you think,
Somewhat quick,
If you have played it you will know
One of the greatest family games,
Under our sun,
Which revs. adrenalin, such fun!
We watched Netflix, had a photo shoot,
Went down to the sea, a mere stones
Throw away, 
So every day
Was filled with excitement, and our meals
We ate on a deck, overlooking the sea,
Thought we were safe, but there were eyes
Looking at everyone from the bushes
Including at my husband and me!
On the Friday night and Saturday night,
I smelt incense burning from outside,
Which I mentioned to my husband,
But we paid no attention to this sweet smell,
We went to bed
And as soon as our head
Touched the pillow.
We dropped off to sleep,
Certainly, no fear,
That danger was near!
We were ten in the house and five big dogs,
The next morning my husband stretched out
For his phone, 
We felt quite comfortable, like being at home,
But there was no phone,
Mine wasn’t there either, nor were our,
Cameras, our computers, our binoculars,
My jewellery, and a host of other things
My bag, my husband’s hearing aids 
And his brief case,
I looked at my husbands’  ghostly white face,
We had been robbed whilst we slept,
That incense smell came from them
Making sure humans and any pet,
Fell fast asleep!
No one heard anything, not even a beep.
And the dogs didn’t bark,
It was pitch dark.
I felt sickened at the thought
Of someone looking over us 
With perhaps a knife,
Endangering each of our lives.
They had watched us for two days,
Whilst they burnt this mixture 
Probably obtained from a Sangoma,*
Which opened up the box of Pandora!
They got in through wide spaced
Burglar bars, and stripped us.
The police came and then the detectives,
The whole day spent assessing our loss
And finger prints taken galore 
From door knobs and cupboards,
And footprints from the floor.
Had to travel back with no phone,
So on our way back home,
Could not phone our children
On our five hundred mile journey,
Who stressed,
This was another test,
Which we had to face,
But with God’s grace,
All things are possible
But what evil arrogance and persistence,
These thieves had, as they entered our
Bedroom, they felt this was their right,
Thieves in the night!


*Sangoma – a traditional healer or diviner
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