At one time I was living in a flat on one side of Wandsworth Common - it was a bit posh - there was a Lord of the realm living next door but one! In the roads behind there was a council housing estate.

When I parked on the posh bit, my car was broken into (smashed window) twice. On neither occasion was there anything worth taking - a bag of dirty shirts and a very old briefcase with nothing of value in it. Each time they chucked the stuff in the hedge, but I still had to replace the window.

I then started parking round the corner on the estate and never had any more trouble. Obviously the thieves obeyed the dictum about not s**tting on their own doorsteps.