You know, like you do on a Thursday morning. Had just come out of a shoe shop with Troutpout (yes, I had bought shoes..sshhhh) and found ourselves face to face with a crowbar wielding guy in a black balaclava who had just smashed in the door of the jeweller's, about two shops down. Accomplice was still inside, getaway car was there, engine running and doors open. I just stood there looking at him - luckily Troutpout had the presence of mind to shove me back in the shoe shop and close the door behind us. When I told the girl what was happening she thought I was joking.
We waited in the shoe shop til we saw people heading in the direction of the jeweller's again - then came out: they had raced off in the car along a pedestrianised shopping street, and presumably slalomed round the bollards at the end.
Police took 10 minutes to arrive...the guy in the jeweller's was talking into a phone and looking extremely shaky.
What is the world coming to? 11am on a sunny Thursday morning...