A whinge and an appreciation

[Guest]

I'm home waiting for a locksmith to rekey my deadbolt. My purse was taken from my office this morning while I was down the hall getting a cuppa. Bugger bugger bugger! is all I keep saying to myself.

My landlady met me at my flat as my keys were in the bag. I had to go to the bank to get cash as my new atm won't arrive in the mail for a few days. (I just realized I haven't eaten a thing yet, starting to feel wonky.)

I came online to while the time whilst waiting for the locksmith. The Earl came on msn messenger so I whinged to him. Chatting with him was as good as a hug and then got even better.

I remembered that my keys were on my "Bath Rugby" keychain which I bought when TE took me to the official Bath Rugby shop. Spending the day with him in his city was such a fine time during my last holiday so the souvenir was special too. Anyroad, while I went on about my little loss he asked for my address, said he'd get me another keychain and post it to me. I was so touched and wanted others to know what a fine lad he is (not that you don't know already).

I had less than 40 bucks cash in my wallet and have to get a new drivers licence, atm card, etc., but it's the personal stuff that makes me get weepy about the whole experience. I had a couple photos and other stuff I carried around full of great sentimental value to me. Gone. I started a new book which I was really looking forward to reading on my breaks. I'll buy it again, but Bugger bugger bugger! I'm hoping the thief will have dumped my bag after taking my money and that someone will find it and return it to me tomw., or the next day...

I know this happens all the time, and people lose more than I have today, but it's times like this that the community here means more to me than just talkin' author stuff, flirting or silliness.

Thanks for listening, and thank you, Earl, you're my best boy.

Perdita

p.s. The locksmith just called, he's running late. I'm going to make a cuppa and eat something .

p.p.s. Bugger bugger bugger!

 

[bholderman]

Sorry to hear about that.

By the way, does "cuppa" imply, cup of tea?

 

[hugo_sam]

I'm home waiting for a locksmith to rekey my deadbolt. My purse was taken from my office this morning while I was down the hall getting a cuppa. Bugger bugger bugger! is all I keep saying to myself.

My landlady met me at my flat as my keys were in the bag. I had to go to the bank to get cash as my new atm won't arrive in the mail for a few days. (I just realized I haven't eaten a thing yet, starting to feel wonky.)

I came online to while the time whilst waiting for the locksmith. The Earl came on msn messenger so I whinged to him. Chatting with him was as good as a hug and then got even better.

I remembered that my keys were on my "Bath Rugby" keychain which I bought when TE took me to the official Bath Rugby shop. Spending the day with him in his city was such a fine time during my last holiday so the souvenir was special too. Anyroad, while I went on about my little loss he asked for my address, said he'd get me another keychain and post it to me. I was so touched and wanted others to know what a fine lad he is (not that you don't know already).

I had less than 40 bucks cash in my wallet and have to get a new drivers licence, atm card, etc., but it's the personal stuff that makes me get weepy about the whole experience. I had a couple photos and other stuff I carried around full of great sentimental value to me. Gone. I started a new book which I was really looking forward to reading on my breaks. I'll buy it again, but Bugger bugger bugger! I'm hoping the thief will have dumped my bag after taking my money and that someone will find it and return it to me tomw., or the next day...

I know this happens all the time, and people lose more than I have today, but it's times like this that the community here means more to me than just talkin' author stuff, flirting or silliness.

Thanks for listening, and thank you, Earl, you're my best boy.

Perdita

p.s. The locksmith just called, he's running late. I'm going to make a cuppa and eat something .

p.p.s. Bugger bugger bugger!

Your in my thoughts P
Best wishes for the easiest resolution possible.

 

[MissBri]

 

[matriarch]

Condolences, P, its not a nice thing to happen, especially at work. A nasty violation of trust. I hope you get everything sorted, although I know the photographs can never be replaced. So very sorry.

Know how you feel, been there, had that done. My briefcase, from my hallway at home. The little shit simply opened my door, saw the briefcase leaning against the hall table and legged it. I didn't discover it until just before bed that night. It contained many personal papers and bills which I had been dealing with in my lunch hour, and many other things. It involved a late night visit by the police to take details, and a day off work the next day to sort out bank cards, cheque book, driving licence and all that stuff. The briefcase was found the next morning behind the hedge of a house 6 doors down the road!! All they took was my cheque book, cheque card and driving licence. Not even the personal stereo, or credit and charge cards. And around £7 in cash from my wallet. Wierd.

I had a call from the police months later, telling me my old cheque book had been used, and they'd picked someone up. Would I be willing to testify in court. To damn right! Nothing came of it, I assume they simply pleaded guilty, but I never heard another word. Strange.

 

[impressive]

Haven't met the lad, but I'm not the least bit surprised. I've encountered more of that sort of goodness here in the AH than in any other place/time of my life.

Hope you get your stuff back, P.

 

[TheEarl]

God bless your little cotton socks Pear. Absolute least I can do and I'm just glad it made you feel a bit better.

bholderman: 'Cuppa' is English slang and yes, it is always used to mean tea. Our Pear's something of an Anglophile.

The Earl

 

[Liar]

Yeah, bugger indeed. Hope it turns up.

 

[Guest]

 

[Pure]

That's a rough day.

In several convivial buildings connected to the university, here, thieves are rampant. Offices ARE left open. Secretaries usually lock their purses in the bottom desk drawer or in a locked metal cabinet.

I've never actually lost the whole packet of wallet items; once the whole wallet was returned intact, from a nice stranger in Montreal.

I trust you have 'frozen' any credit cards and bank accounts that are accessible. That too is a pain in the butt, since *you* then have to authenticate yourself where you wouldn't normally. I gather you have considered your home security, since your home address was probably with the keys that were there.

Let us hope that the personal items do find their way back to you. C Cards and cash are history.

 

[English Lady]

*hugs* Perdita-I hope you get your personables back.

 

[neonlyte]

I'm very sorry you had to suffer this experience, loss even of momentos and sometimes especially of momentos is hard to bear and engenders an almost irrational anger at the callousness of deprivation.

Memories fortunately can't be snatched - not entirely.

Beijinhos

W.

 

[herecomestherain]

Oh sweet pea, haven't logged in here for ages - sorry to hear about this. It is a bugger of the first degree - happened to me too at my place of work - glasses, wallet, tickets to a concert, fob watch, etc, etc - got the bag back some time later and the glasses, all else gone. The bloody skanky thief showed up in our offices again weeks later, got caught and had black fingers - she'd already been finger printed that same morning for another robbery up the road! Ugh!

I hope you get it sorted dear Perdita and a pox on the heads of people who steal!

Mwah,
'rain

 

[rgraham666]

Sorry about the loss, p. *HUGS*

 

[Penelope Street]

 

[Guest]

Gosh, I'm really touched by all of your responses. And guess what, they actually make me feel better. Yay, peeps! Muchissimas gracias

My deadbolt's rekeyed, bank business is done, have an appt. to get a new drivers lincense (next week!), ordered new HMO member card. In order to keep from spending money I don't carry around my credit cards except when traveling, so no probs there.

Also getting office locks rekeyed. I didn't mention yesterday that my office mates were wonderful. As soon as I told them about the theft the whole crew (six staff, including an exec, and several students) went out about the grounds looking in the bushes, garbage bins, WC's, etc., in case the thief had thrown the bag away close by. No luck though

Remember the book, The Garden, by the first-time-published 70 year old lady (I put up a thread on her a while back)? That's the book that was in my bag. I was only about 20 some pages into it but was loving it. Beautiful prose and the characters of Eve and the serpent were living in my mind already. Must get a new copy very soon.

Thanks again, all you wonderful personages!

Perdita

p.s. I am pronouncing personages the way Chaucer would've .

 

[Colleen Thomas]

*HUGS*

sorry this happened to you Dita. It's never fun and can be a rooyal pain in the tush. Hope it all gets sorted out with a minimum of hub-ub.

*HUGS*