Almost everyone I know who lives in central London has had their phone snatched. (And honestly, I still do not understand why anyone chooses to live there. Unless they enjoy donating their belongings to passing criminals.)
Everyone knows it is only a matter of time, so they set up Find My in advance as if it is part of the moving-in checklist. When the inevitable happens, they mark the device as stolen and begin the usual routine.
They go to the police, hand over the IMEI, share the live location, sometimes down to the exact flat the phone is sitting in. Some even bring CCTV footage where you can clearly see the thief’s face, haircut and probably their preferred meal deal. They provide proof of purchase like they are filing for a warranty claim. The police reply with the usual line: “We do not have the resources. Hopefully, you have phone insurance.” Very reassuring.
It is baffling. This is meant to be a developed country, proud of its technology, with CCTV on every lamp post, yet the police might as well be using binoculars and guesswork. People have given up.
This is what happens when you cut funding to basic services like the police and the NHS for decades. It is beyond embarrassing. When there are no consequences, the problem does not just continue. It flourishes.