The bag stealing incident and other updates.
Hi to everyone!
Well things aren't going too badly here, but as many of you would already know, my handbag along with just about everything of value to me in it was stolen on Friday night. We were at the pub with John and Gretta (physios from Sydney) and a couple of their friends having some dinner and some drinks. I had the bag under the table next to my foot and was happily chatting away when a little voice in my head said "Megan, if you don't have a glass of water you're going to have a hangover". So I reached down to grab my bag and couldn't find it, so then poked my head under the table. At this point I started panicking, announced "I can't find my handbag" to everyone, then proceeded to stand there uselessly flapping my arms about and saying "it's gone, it's gone, it's gone!" over and over again while the others searached for it. Once I realised that it definitely wasn't there I proceeded to cry like a baby and ran to the internet cafe next door to look up my credit card emergency numbers and cancel all of my cards. Funnily enough, it was actually quicker to cancel my 2 Australian cards than it was to cancel my UK one - what's with that?
So we then headed down to the police station to report it stolen so that I can claim it on travel insurance. The policeman asked if I had seen anyone suspicious, the only person I could think of was a drunk Australian who had been hassling Gretta. He had appeared out of nowhere with a swizzle stick which he had poked in her hair, saying something that sounded like "blegarh swizleh barghhh", she said "piss off and leave us alone", and then he said "I wassh jusssth harger swizz geher". So I said to the policeman "Yeah, there was actually a drunk Australian who was lurking around". Well, bravo, that narrows it down! A drunk Australian? In West London? He'll be easy to find! Although in hindsight I don't actually think it was him, he couldn't even string a sentence together, let alone display the coordination skills needed to pick up a handbag!
Now some unscrupulous people have dared to suggest that maybe this is karma for all the articles I've aquired from pubs throughout the years! Well, my reply to that is that now I've actually bought a BIGGER handbag which can fit in MORE stuff from the pub! So there!
Other than that not much happening, the new job and house is going well. We're heading down to the pub to watch a delayed telecast of crows v west coast. Pity that Patrick accidently left yahoo Australia up on his computer so I've already seen the score! oh well.
Cheers guys!
Megan
Well things aren't going too badly here, but as many of you would already know, my handbag along with just about everything of value to me in it was stolen on Friday night. We were at the pub with John and Gretta (physios from Sydney) and a couple of their friends having some dinner and some drinks. I had the bag under the table next to my foot and was happily chatting away when a little voice in my head said "Megan, if you don't have a glass of water you're going to have a hangover". So I reached down to grab my bag and couldn't find it, so then poked my head under the table. At this point I started panicking, announced "I can't find my handbag" to everyone, then proceeded to stand there uselessly flapping my arms about and saying "it's gone, it's gone, it's gone!" over and over again while the others searached for it. Once I realised that it definitely wasn't there I proceeded to cry like a baby and ran to the internet cafe next door to look up my credit card emergency numbers and cancel all of my cards. Funnily enough, it was actually quicker to cancel my 2 Australian cards than it was to cancel my UK one - what's with that?
So we then headed down to the police station to report it stolen so that I can claim it on travel insurance. The policeman asked if I had seen anyone suspicious, the only person I could think of was a drunk Australian who had been hassling Gretta. He had appeared out of nowhere with a swizzle stick which he had poked in her hair, saying something that sounded like "blegarh swizleh barghhh", she said "piss off and leave us alone", and then he said "I wassh jusssth harger swizz geher". So I said to the policeman "Yeah, there was actually a drunk Australian who was lurking around". Well, bravo, that narrows it down! A drunk Australian? In West London? He'll be easy to find! Although in hindsight I don't actually think it was him, he couldn't even string a sentence together, let alone display the coordination skills needed to pick up a handbag!
Now some unscrupulous people have dared to suggest that maybe this is karma for all the articles I've aquired from pubs throughout the years! Well, my reply to that is that now I've actually bought a BIGGER handbag which can fit in MORE stuff from the pub! So there!
Other than that not much happening, the new job and house is going well. We're heading down to the pub to watch a delayed telecast of crows v west coast. Pity that Patrick accidently left yahoo Australia up on his computer so I've already seen the score! oh well.
Cheers guys!
Megan
posted by Patrick Khoo | 11:28 am
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