2.45am

Last night, I woke at 2am, I was hot, even after sticking one leg out for a while, and unable to get back to sleep.  So I was wide awake at 2.38am, when I heard someone on my roof, the footsteps seemed to pass to the left but when it's happened before, I usually hear them dissipate into the distance, this time, I didn't hear them for long and so I wasn't satisfied that he'd moved away.  Yes, the footsteps belonged to a male, tall, hence the long stride.  I got up, grabbed my robe and set about investigating, I looked out of the patio door, couldn't see anything.  Checked the back was secure and peered out of the front door peep hole, all looked secure, and quiet.  I went to the fridge for a cold drink of water and wondered if I should call the police.  The last time I did that when I heard someone on the roof, they weren't long responding, maybe 10-15 minutes, but it was still pointless, as the roof walker was long gone. 

In the time it took me to conjure that though, I heard a heavy motor, looked through the peep hole once more, and 10 seconds later, saw a police van and two police cars arrive and park at the top of my drive.  I pulled on my jeans and headed out to meet one of the officers, it was 2.45am.

"There was someone on my roof."  He repeated it back, but as a question.  "There was someone on your roof?"  Okay, if the policeman is asking me that... what were they there for?  "Yes, you can't mistake it, but I think they went that way."  I was pointing in the opposite direction to where they were all headed.  "Okay, I might come back an talk to you in a minute."

I headed inside and hovered by the door.  2 minutes later, the van drove off.  2 minutes after that, after, not shouting but, two policemen talking rather loudly to each other, (unfortunately, not quite loud enough for me to hear through the door,) both police cars left.  1 minute after that, I heard the police helicopter overhead. 

I headed to bed, with machete to hand... just in case, (okay, it's not a real machete but my Grandad was a butcher so lets just call it a very substantial knife which could do a lot of damage if required, or it would at least scare someone if I wielded it, even if it was just me that was scared,) and I felt fine, but I couldn't drop off again, every tiny noise pricked up my ears.

I think I half dropped off around 5am then managed to haul myself off the mattress at 7, just in time to do half of Tracy Anderson Butt and Thigh workout.  I'll have to do the other leg tomorrow or else I'll be odd... more odd.  God I hope I sleep tonight.