The kids were at school. The wife was at work. That sinking feeling that you know who’s intruded. It hit my stomach and I felt the butterflies fluttering like a tornado. I turned off the ignition and opened the door, keeping my eye on the door to see if I could see any sudden movements in the small gap. A large truck pulled in behind me and it confirmed my suspicions.

Bang! The front door is opened wide and an official looking man is holding my laptop and my hard drive.

“Hey!” I called to him and he looked at me with an intense stare.

“Hello Mr Short. I’m repossessing your possessions as you have failed to pay your debt and bailiff charges from out last visit.”

“You can’t do this.” I replied more out of reflex rather than any ground.

“Mr Short, you failed to give us permission on our first visit and so we are legally allowed to gain entry by locksmith to obtain the value you owe from your any possessions we deem of value.”

“I need that laptop for work.”

“You should have thought of that before. You have a few days to get the money or it will be auctioned.”

The bailiff continued to walk and place the laptop and hard drive into the truck.

More people entered and left the house, taking all sorts of shapes and sizes. The sofas, ornaments and I watched helplessly as things he had grown used to, be taken away.