Just imagine a recording of a big ole Doberman barking that comes on when someone just touches the door or the knob......and it keeps going for one minute after the hooligans run away......unless you shut it off.:lol:
Do You Lock Your Door?
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Sure I lock the doors but honestly that is just so that someone breaking in has to make some noise. I have insurance to cover the cost of things that get stolen or broken and that sort of thing. But to violate my rights means that you, in turn agree to give up all of yours should the tables turn and the predator becomes the prey. When you regain conscienciousness your screaming won't be an issue and while you will surely live to tell the tale, (merely a metaphor as you won't be capable to telling any tales at all) there won't be enough therapy or drugs to help you get over it.
what's the difference if they are locked or not, it is just something people begin doing and it becomes
a natural and normal way of life, unlocked or locked, my life is the same, but, as I did grow up in a fairly large city, it was the 'smart' thing to do, so it has stayed with me all of my life. Nothing sad
about it at all. People who think the world 'out there' is harmless are living in a dream world.
My daughters never lock their doors, and they are comfortable with that, but I wonder if someday,
all of their electronic gadgets with turn up 'missing', when they arrive home, as, when I read the
paper houses are being robbed all the time in this city, so I guess it's like russian roulette, wondering
when it will be yours, they paid lots and lots of money for all of that equipment, and I don't understand why they leave it vulnerable all the time, just sitting there waiting for 'thieves'.
It seems that since the 'drugs' arrived in our world, and so many people are addicted to them, they
steal anything to aquire money to buy them.
I've always locked my doors, everywhere i've ever lived. It's just safer to do than to not do. In my current apartment building they don't even have mailboxes any more because some asshole broke in and stole all the mail. Now I have to get all my mail delivered to the university, which is fine as long as it isn't a parcel, cos carrying large parcels home from work on a bicycle ain't easy.
It doesn't upset me, though. There are worse things in life than theives
It doesn't upset me, though. There are worse things in life than theives
I lock my doors all the time. It's actually become a obsessive habit. We once had the RCMP at our door due to a disturbance by the neighbours kid. The officer came in to get a statement and I locked the door behind him when he came into the house.
I've locked my husband out quite by accident. He'll go into the back yard for a smoke. I'll pop my head out the sliding glass door to ask a question. Then close the doors and lock them.
I've locked my husband out quite by accident. He'll go into the back yard for a smoke. I'll pop my head out the sliding glass door to ask a question. Then close the doors and lock them.
I lock the door to my apartment all the time, even though I don't really need to. My front door is like the entrance to Fort Knox even without it being properly locked. It has a normal lock and a Yale lock on it and no handle on the outside, so as soon as it is shut it is impossible to open it from the outside unless you use the Yale key. But if any would-be burglars tried kicking the door in they'd have a hard time because it's a strong, thick door and anyone trying to kick it in will only succeed in breaking their foot. The door barely even rattles in its frame when you kick it.
But I still lock it anyway just for their extra security, because the estate I live in - Langford Gardens - is rough as hell. There are many unsavoury characters that live on my estate - yobbos, drug dealers, thugs, hooligans - and my mate who lives in the apartment across the hallway from me fell out in February with a yobbo gay guy called Wayne (whom everyone calls Waynetta) who lives on the estate and Waynetta brought his thuggish mates and brother around to Stuart's late one night in February when I was there having a few beers with Stuart. Stuart's door is easy to open even when locked and these thugs just walked in, took a huge knife from Stuart's kitchen drawer, and threatened him with it. I was sat there on the sofa trying to ignore it all, just watching TV and swigging my beer, but I was absolutely terrified as I could see the guy waving this huge knife about in front of Stuart who was also sat down. But they eventually left with nobody hurt.
I live in one of these 1970s apartments - on the ground floor - in Langford Gardens, Bolton
Then, about a month ago, the same yobbos chucked bricks through Stuart's living room window and all four of his kitchen windows late one night. I was watching TV and I heard BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG then Stuart shouting. His windows are still boarded up. He's not bothered to have them repaired because he's decided to move to get away from Waynetta's thugs. He's moving back to his hometown of Blackburn.
So I always make sure I lock my dooe, even though it's as good as locked even when it ISN'T locked, just because my estate is so rough.
But I still lock it anyway just for their extra security, because the estate I live in - Langford Gardens - is rough as hell. There are many unsavoury characters that live on my estate - yobbos, drug dealers, thugs, hooligans - and my mate who lives in the apartment across the hallway from me fell out in February with a yobbo gay guy called Wayne (whom everyone calls Waynetta) who lives on the estate and Waynetta brought his thuggish mates and brother around to Stuart's late one night in February when I was there having a few beers with Stuart. Stuart's door is easy to open even when locked and these thugs just walked in, took a huge knife from Stuart's kitchen drawer, and threatened him with it. I was sat there on the sofa trying to ignore it all, just watching TV and swigging my beer, but I was absolutely terrified as I could see the guy waving this huge knife about in front of Stuart who was also sat down. But they eventually left with nobody hurt.
I live in one of these 1970s apartments - on the ground floor - in Langford Gardens, Bolton
Then, about a month ago, the same yobbos chucked bricks through Stuart's living room window and all four of his kitchen windows late one night. I was watching TV and I heard BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG then Stuart shouting. His windows are still boarded up. He's not bothered to have them repaired because he's decided to move to get away from Waynetta's thugs. He's moving back to his hometown of Blackburn.
So I always make sure I lock my dooe, even though it's as good as locked even when it ISN'T locked, just because my estate is so rough.
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my front door is 'almost' Always locked. i'm never going to give anyone the opportunity of walking into
my home uninvited.
have done it for many years, don't give it a second thought, its automatic.
and yes, my husband and I have locked each other out a few times, but the doorbell works, and we can
walk around to the back of the house and come thru that area, thru the cat room, so anyone better be
aware of a possibility of 5 cats and two choc. labradors greeting them at that door, good luck if they
are trying to be quiet or sneaky.
my home uninvited.
have done it for many years, don't give it a second thought, its automatic.
and yes, my husband and I have locked each other out a few times, but the doorbell works, and we can
walk around to the back of the house and come thru that area, thru the cat room, so anyone better be
aware of a possibility of 5 cats and two choc. labradors greeting them at that door, good luck if they
are trying to be quiet or sneaky.
The only beings that might want access to my house would be a bear and there ain't no way this tin can would stop it. Even when I lived in town I didn't lock doors. I figured my karma would protect me, and so far it has.
I only bother about locking up when I am away house-sitting for friends and that is simply because I don't want anyone letting my cat out accidentally.
I always lock my door. Years of apartment living and having strange people accidentally opening your door instead of theirs coupled with the weirdo neighbour that I currently have, have led me to being quite OCD about it.
I even sometimes lock other people's doors out of habit when I'm visiting, lol.
I even sometimes lock other people's doors out of habit when I'm visiting, lol.
I think it sucks but it is the way of the world.
I remember returning home unexpectedly from school. I hadn't told my mum I was going to be home. When I arrived the doors were looked and there was no way in. I was shocked. I sat on my suitcase out on the front porch. The bus was going past so the driver stopped the bus, said my mum had gone up town on the last bus and if he saw her he would drop the keys off on his next round past, which he did. What a shock, the door had been left unlocked my whole life.
Now the shock would be that the bus driver would care and be bothered.
I remember returning home unexpectedly from school. I hadn't told my mum I was going to be home. When I arrived the doors were looked and there was no way in. I was shocked. I sat on my suitcase out on the front porch. The bus was going past so the driver stopped the bus, said my mum had gone up town on the last bus and if he saw her he would drop the keys off on his next round past, which he did. What a shock, the door had been left unlocked my whole life.
Now the shock would be that the bus driver would care and be bothered.
