We are still being watched. Last night we added a massive light to the balcony and had just packed in the for the evening. We left some of the house lights on and came upstairs. Not long after we had just settled down, we heard a whistle. It sounded very much like a signal. What did it mean, I wonder? The house is well secured so we didn’t think too much about it. This morning, Mike and I headed round the back of our house to see if there were any more signs of our intruder looking over our wall. While there were no logs or rocks against the wall, there were fresh footprints. Last Friday after the burglary, we found a footprint behind a tree and it had this pattern…which we recognised when we saw this print out behind our wall on Monday.
Last night it rained. When we went to look this morning, there were fresh prints…this was from this morning…
It’s not a well-worn shoe…it would be interesting to find out what brand it is. It seems to be a size 10.
Maybe he was the whistler.
I think this has been the craziest week. I fully understand Morgan not wanting to come back. It is most unnerving, but we will get over it.
Time is going to pass really quickly now as it is a really busy work month. I’ve been burning the candle at both ends. At the end of it all, we go on holiday.
#411 of my 1000 thanks is for Riana who has helped me in getting the documents for all the applicants sorted.
Psalm 51:10
Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me.
These are the days!
Keep the smile going.
God bless you.
In His Grip,
Helga xx 🙂