I was training for the Great North Run with OC. Just after we crossed the swing bridge, I saw a lost smartphone propped up on a road sign. I reached out to pick it up.

Suddenly, a man approached me, grabbed the phone from my hand, and claimed it for himself. I snatched it back again, then ran to my house and TPR, screaming for protection from the thief.

I thought that I had shaken off the villain, but then I saw him pushing a lit explosive through our letterbox.