It could have been worse. It could have been better. It would be really nice if it hadn't happened at all.
A suspicious looking person was identified near my place at 2 pm, so while I was at the hospital. He stole my netbook, my camera, my most valuable jewellery (except my grandmother's unengangement ring, which he missed because it was in probably the only container he didn't open and fling across the floor), a bunch of chains and pendants, and some other small stuff including, oddly, half a box of whiteboard crayons. The forensics expert (I asked him lots of questions!) said that the crayons were probably for graffiti and I pointed out they were whiteboard and easily erased and he said good, that makes it easier for the cleaning crew. He and the two police reps and the three insurance bods were really reassuring, very helpful and very professional. I was apparently calm but talkative*.
The insurance bods have taken many details and walked me through the process.
My place was definitely broken into - there was clear evidence on the door. The police said that there's a lot of this activity around right now, but that this person wasn't the same person as the one they were looking into earlier. We talked about his modus operandi. I know a lot more about theft that I did and can now build up a personality from a style of operation if I ever want to use it for a novel. The police and the forensics person were happy to explain to me, when I told them this.
I switched to research mode because it was the only way of remaining calm - I couldn't see properly because of the eye drops from the hospital and my flat was a wreck - I had someone who was looking for certain valuables, but also took a joy in flinging things around. The oddest thing - apart from the crayons - was the violin. He pulled out everything from under the bed (mainly author copies of books) and opened the violin case. He left everything in the case, but he loosened the horsehair from the bow so it entirely needs restringing.
*I'm learning I react differently to different crises. I was not calm but talkative after the molotov cocktails, for instance.