memories of malice

Sometimes the worst facts of the nightmare I've been thru resurface. One such is from last September. I opened the walk-in cupboard in my hallway and was reaching to the overhead shelf when some irregularity caught my attention. I fetched the stepping stool and saw all my scart leads from TV etc with bunches of exposed wire where the scart heads had been bashed. They were wound round the remains of ceramic planters now broken into shards. My tape gun was also wound by the leads. I recalled tonight the sickening realisation that had I simply reached up and tugged at those leads or the tape gun, the whole lot would have crashed down. An effect perhaps like that astonishing attack by my previously friendly Asian neighbours* where a shoe across my face broke my cheekbone and haemorrhaged both my eyes.
Anyway, at least I photo'd the stuff and got it all on disc before my camera went kaput and my iPhone disappeared.
The discs are in Somerset.

*they moved out whilst i was in hospital