Now I'm sure we'll never get all our things back. They're so clever these criminals. What's the point of collecting beautiful things for other people to steal?
I only wish it were this time yesterday.
Think how happy we were. Now this. Things always go wrong.
Perhaps we ought to get dressed and have breakfast. We'd feel better.
I don't feel like breakfast. I don't feel like anything. Why are we so unlucky? It's as if there were a jinx on us.
Perhaps I'd better ring the police. . .