What happened to Susan Erasmus on Wednesday afternoon left her temporarily speechless. But now her voice is back.
My cellphone rings. "Are you Susan Erasmus?" Right. This is not a good start. My instincts tell me that I am about to listen to a futile sales attempt for life insurance, or another cellphone contract.
How wrong I was.
"We've got your hosepipe. We found the person who stole it. Would you like to lay charges?"
We had. With the help of a hooded 15-year-old, who no doubt swiftly negotiated my six-foot fence to lay hands on the invaluable green treasure lying in my front garden. Bonus: it had a R10 sprinkler attached to it. The hosepipe, no longer in the bloom of youth, might fetch all of R5 from some unsuspecting passerby, who doesn't know it leaks. Badly.