Last night I went to bed at a decent hour. I was showered, with my teeth brushed, iPhone off by 10.30pm. It was like the my house version of a Christmas miracle. I had a big day ahead of me, I wanted to be well rested. Prepared. Soon I drifted off to sleep with the ever soothing Adele crooning quietly in the background. Some time later, a noise jolted me from my sleep. My eyes adjusting to the darkness, my mind alert… I saw it, movement in my ensuite.

OMG. There was someone climbing in my ensuite window. OMG. SOMEONE IS ROBBING MY ENSUITE.

My heart was pounding. I tried not to move so they wouldn’t be aware that I had woken. I was debating my options for how the heck to get them out of the ensuite when I finally awoke. My mind caught up with my eyes. The haze of sleep finally lifted. I took another, more focused look into the ensuite through the gap in the sliding internal door. I stared at that spot for what seemed like minutes but was probably seconds.

There was no one there. I had been dreaming. I had dreamt that someone was breaking into my ensuite. Triggered, I assume by the blind tapping gently in the breeze. I’d been asleep for an hour and a half. Basically a whole night sleep according to my body. Which was still on high alert danger mode. So I lay awake for hours until I finally drifted back to sleep well after 3am. A good night sleep, I did NOT get. Damn those non-existent ensuite robbers.

So tell me, if you burgarlised an ensuite bathroom, what would YOU steal?

  • I would totally steal your fluffy towels and possibly a shower cap ( mine alway seem to get hole in them ) !

    • Fluffy towels I have, no shower caps. You don’t get crazy hair like mine wearing shower caps. 😉 Heehee.

  • Sheri Bomb

    HAHAHA I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t laugh. If your ensuite really had been burgled I’d be terribly upset. But it wasn’t so I can’t help it 😛 Using other people’s bathroom goodies is actually one of my favourite things about being at someone else’s house so if I were to burgle an ensuite I’d definitely nick all their nice soaps, body washes, face creams etc.

    This post reminds me another story though…when my mum was pregnant with my older sister, her first child. She was laying in bed and became quite panicked as she could see someone moving around in the spare room – someone who wasn’t supposed to be there. She woke up my dad and alerted him who very bravely went to check it out. He returned unscathed to report there was no sign of robbers. He went back to bed only to be shaken awake by my mum who was really worked up by this point to say she saw them again and that they must have been hiding the first time. Dad again goes back to check it out, this time looking in all the nooks and crannies. Thinking my mum must be going insane he returned to bed to try and figure out the mystery only to discover my mum had seen her big toe. BAHAHA one of those stories that gets re-told in my family and NEVER gets old 😛

    • Feel free to laugh. I woke Kel to tell him then and there. He didn’t laugh, someone might as well. Mmmm, fancy soap.

      HA! This is classic. Your poor Dad. I can imagine subjecting Kel to something like this. And I’m pretty sure I do, most weeks.