After having sat in my parents' house and seen would-be burglars walk up the drive (they didn't see me!), and had my mother's car stolen whilst it was in my possession, and had the house I was living in broken into (a flatmate arrived home as the burglar was in my room, but before he had had the chance to take anything), and had the flat above mine ransacked, I'd sadly resigned to the fact that sooner or later someone's going to break into my place and take all my stuff.

Indeed, every day it's a minor relief to come home and find the door and windows unbroken...