jobsworth said:
Just had a thought. I mentioned this on another thread. I wonder if you didn't get hit by some gypsies. My neighbourhood got hit hard last fall with up to 7 houses getting hit inna week right near each other.nthey hit us hard for about a month then moved on.mi don't know it the police caught them and they're in the nik now but they hit us hard then it sort of stopped. So either their in the nik or moved on.
Many moons ago, way back sometime before was 39, the Tinkers were sort of traveling tin smiths. They went around from neighborhood to neighborhood fixing pots and pans and all sorts of odd jobs. Sort of like todays itinerant home repair "specialists". when they left an area, all sorts of goodies would be gone. Maybe some of the repairs would have been made and paid for, but not those goodies had been any part of the deal.
When t was discovered that there was a band of Tinkers close by, the cry among the neighboring villages would be "The Tinkers are coming! The Tinkers are coming!". That was a warning to all for everybody to nail down anything of value. OR it might soon be gone.
a few years ago, my wife and I went out to dinner every Friday evening to a very nice, but small, restaurant. One of the waitresses was "auld country" Irish who we liked very much. As we became quite well acquainted, when we would call in for a table reservation, all we need to say was, "The tinkers are coming." As we walked in the door, there was always a table in a corner up front in a tucked away corner close the the front entrance door with a note of warning. "Reserved. The Tinkers are coming."
Not every body knew of the historical terminology, but the owners of the restaurant knew. The owners wife was born and raised in very rural village in Italy where she had learned all about Gypsies.
Another funny story while on the subject. i had a very good friend who was a local police officer. He had already advanced to detective lieutenant and eventually captain and later asst chief. He had recently married a very vivacious young lady who we all liked as well as her husband. The two of them together would be the life of any party. One evening, the husband was telling us about having been spending nearly the entire day chasing down a band of Gypsies who were pedaling furniture around town. the fact hat the furniture was of very poor quality was not so much the problem, but the group was not licensed to be peddling, and certainly were not paying any of the taxes. No sooner than they had closed any deal, they were gone and by time the pieces had been set up, they started falling apart. This had been reported from other nearby towns. Nobody in our town had fallen for the ruse and had immediately reported to the police that a suspicious group of peddlers was in the area. My friend, by the time he arrived in a neighborhood, the peddlers were gone. soon, another report and the same result. When he arrived, the group was gone. He was about at his wits end by the time he got home from his rather trying day.
As he walked across the patio to his front door, he noticed some unfamiliar furniture arranged where none had been in the morning, or at anytime in the past within his memory. As he entered the house, his bride came running, as per usual, to give him a very warm embrace. this time, the embrace, besides the normal smooching, included, "Honey, did you notice the nice lawn furniture I just bought."
:

Tinker