Last night someone broke into our house. The alarm went off and Paul dashed downstairs to find him rifling through the kitchen drawers looking for a knife (we have some BIG knives). Paul chased him and he took off with my handbag (containing everything I own) and Pauls Nikon SLR. I found out that the police shot and killed him about 20 minutes after he fled our property. I personally think he got what he deserved. He had broken into quite a few houses down the road. Another forum I'm on is having a kinipshin because I am not beside myself and crying because this gross human being has been removed. I'm not "happy" he is dead but I can't say I'm sad or feel bad for him.