I was having a lovely lunch with thedilettante in Gruel this afternoon when I went to check the time on my phone and discovered that the bag containing aforementioned phone had disappeared. Yes, for the first time ever, someone had succeeded in stealing my bag, right in the middle of a nice café, and everything in it, including my stuffed-to-the-gills iPod, my phone, my wallet (including my new student card) and lots of other stuff. I was trying to be rational and calm but I am so fucking angry and stressed and although the noble Patsington said I should remember that the people who stole my bag probably have a much crappier life than me (which is true), right now I hope their filthy thieving hands fall off. Oh, and to top it off, I got a taxi home courtesy of Patsington, and ended up with a racist taxi driver. Brilliant!
It was a nice lunch with thedilettante, though - little did she realise when she agreed to meet me that she would end up looking at bins in central Dublin to see if a mad Irish woman's bags had been dumped there.