The older of the two policemen took out his little black book and began to write down what Mr Finleyson was telling them about what he had found when he came home. The policeman then wrote down all the details of the incident.
The policemen and Mr Finleyson went inside his house. The older policeman, PC Crighton, told him to stay downstairs while they went upstairs to make sure there was no one still up there. He told Mr Finleyson this was for his own safety.
The younger of the two policemen, PC Dunning, went up the stairs first with PC Crighton right behind him.

As Mr Finleyson stood in the middle of his ransacked lounge surveying the damage, a feeling of sadness and despair washed over him.
He tried to access the that was all around him but gave up after a minute as he was too upset and couldn't concentrate.
He just shook his head and thought, "Who would do something like this? What were they looking for"?
He didn't understand why they targeted him. Maybe they were crazed drug addicts looking for money!

As he looked around the room littered with his damaged possessions, he noticed that his brand new digital camera was lying on its side amongst the debris, smashed to bits. The memory card had even popped out when it hit the floor.
He went over and picked it up and put it in his pocket.
He had just bought the camera two weeks ago and had yet to use it. He was still reading the instruction book which had come with it.
He had treated after his camera of thirty years had packed up and couldn't be fixed.

He had always enjoyed photography since he was a boy. He loved nothing more than going for long rambling walks taking photographs of nature along the way. It had always been a hobby of his.
With all the new technology on the market, he bought a camera that was the least complicated to work, but even that camera was proving difficult for him to understand!
He was learning by reading the instructions and by trial and error.

He had been looking forward to using it but now it was lying on the floor, broken and useless to him.
It had been a dear camera to buy!

He would have to make a claim on his house insurance for all the damage done to his house.
That would put his premiums sky high. What else could he do?
He walked into the dining room and could not believe the mess in there! The wallpaper was actually hanging off the walls in strips. What kind of depraved people would tear the wallpaper off the walls? What did they hope to find?

All the dining room chairs were lying on their backs with the padded seats tattered and in shreds with the stuffing hanging out everywhere, ruined beyond repair.
The curtains were in tatters as if slashed with a knife. All the pictures that had hung on the walls were off the walls lying on the floor with the glass smashed to pieces and the frames broken to bits!