After a brief and tense conversation it turns out this isn't his mate john's house and I don't have any vallium for him. Get the fuck out of my house.

He goes downstairs, can't work the lock on the front door. I have to let the bastard out.

2 mins later, he returns to collect the jacket he left on my roof.

Call the police, all systems go. Cars, dogs, Helicopter buzzing around for 20 mins. There's a knock at my door, policeman tells me they got him thanks to my call, they'd been after him for 2 hours and mine was the 4th house he'd done that night!

Now I'm sitting in bed wondering what the hell just happened. What a night!

A man came into my bedroom!

Edit: a nice lady is here taking photos and dusting for prints now. All a bit surreal!