Unalarmed

The last time we were here, just after Good Friday in early April, we had a bit of a problem with the alarm system. We had it serviced by the company that originally installed it, but when we were already on our way to Melaka we got a call from our neighbours telling us the thing had gone off. Back we came, fortunately having stopped off at Times Square in the city to do a bit of shopping, so we weren't so far away; unfortunately the system couldn't be silenced and re-set, so I had to follow the installers' instructions given to me over the phone (only just audible with the sirens whooping away) in order to disengage the battery to shut-down the whole thing. And that's how we left it. Meaning we haven't felt exactly secure about the house since then.

In case you're thinking that Kuala Lumpur is a crime-free zone leaving us relatively untroubled by our lack of protection, you couldn't be more wrong. The guy living across the road was once held up by burglars in the middle of the night, and this despite the presence of security on the Taman. And it wouldn't be difficult to cite further recent instances of villainy in the city generally. Frankly we're always on the alert here no matter where we are.

But we've been lucky so far in the ten years we've had this place, considering that for something like nine years of that time we've not been on the premises. And we've just been lucky again. - Long may that continue.