Categories: ramblings, prayer-requests
Date: 07 May 2007 20:08:58
Went off to Leeds for a lovely weekend slaying boxes in my friend Nancy's garage. We stopped off in the Slug & Lettuce for lunch before I went to catch my train. As we were gathering our things together, I said
"Where's my bag?"
Not anywhere in the pub, came the answer.
Being female, my bag contains my entire life. Filofax, phone, purse (all of 65p in that, mind you), sunglasses, book, knitting*, travelcard, and my brand new camera.
Argh.
And phooey.
I keep telling myself, very loudly, that the person stole it to feed their family of five, and not to spend on their next fix of whatever toxin they throw down themselves to keep the demons at bay.
Prayers please, for me and for the person who did this.
*one completed sock and half the next one. Oh, I'm miffed.