Kommer ni ihåg den underbara väskan jag fick av min mamma i påskpresent? Den finns inte mer. Inte hos mig i alla fall. I går eftermiddag medan jag var inne i ett konditori för att köpa Gustav Adolfsbakelser (gissa om jag ångrar mig!!) slog någon sönder bilrutan och nappade åt sig väskan och min jobbryggsäck. Nu saknar jag mina jobbpapper, skinnhandskar, nystickad mohairsjal, min kalender - arrrgh- min sminkväska och... jag vet faktiskt inte riktigt, jag kommer hela tiden på småsaker, extranyckeln till mamma, ett par guldörhängen i sminkväskan som jag skulle lämna in på lagning. Suck. Fast idag fnissar jag lite åt den kvinnliga polisen som sa att kvinnor alltid underskattar värdet på det de har i sminkväskan. Det stämmer nog.I was robbed yesterday , someone smashed the car window and stole my shoulderbag - the one I got from my Mother last Easter - and all my work papers and calender. And all my make up. I keep remembering things I had in my bag, like the golden earrings I was going to hand in for repair. I was only away for a few minutes and I parked in a quiet street . Sigh.
Today I was giggling a little (a little, mind you) over the police woman who said women always underestimate the value of their make-up. Probably true.
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Too bad! Let's hope and pray that someone is allergic to it! Don't let this thief ruin your weekend! Just keep telling yourself that you love to shop again for a bag and make up! Take care!
Nä fy fan! Vet inte vad som är värst att bli av med.... Vilka ruttna typer det finns! Kram, kram, kram!
NEJ! Stackars dig och oss, med bilen alltså! Hoppas att det löser sig! Puss älskar dig jätte mycket!!
Oh, sorry to hear.
We do carry a lot of our things around in our handbags, and to have them taken from us is a big thing. You poor little one.
Oh! I wish I could be there to cheer you up. I also want to go make-up shopping with you!
The last time I talked with a policewoman it was after someone had run into my car from behind. Instead of writing down the person's license number I had accepted his details written on a scrap of paper. The name, address etc were all bogus. The policewoman told me that I was very stupid.
I felt very stupid for a while.
See! My story is much worse because my policewoman was mean, yours was sweet and witty! Are you smiling? Hope so xxxxxxxx
Usch. Sådant som liksom inte finns med i mina beräkningar på saker som kan hända. Men jag tror att det händer mindre ofta i en sådan liten stad som jag bor i.
And on top of that is that feeling of invasion..
so sorry...
Nä men fy! Och för tjuven betyder ditt väskinnehåll egentligen ingenting, för dig massor.
I somras hittade vi en reseväska ute i skogen. Skor, kläder, Metro. Allt genomblött. Jag tyckte så synd om den stackars människan som blev utan sin väska.
I'm so sorry to hear that! And such a pretty bag too! I think that you must be due some very good Karma in the near future!!
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