No bag like an old bag …
08/08/2014 § 4 Comments
on Wednesday, my shoulder bag was snatched from the back seat of our car.
There was only a 5-minute window of time between the time I parked in our drive and took some groceries into our home, and my return to the car for a 2nd bag of shopping, when I locked the car.
An opportunist thief, no doubt. There happened to be quite a number of people working outside on engineering works in the road at the time but they’ve now left so I haven’t been able to ask them if they saw anyone enter our front garden. How do I feel? Well, actually I’m a bit fed up about it – the bag was a convenient canvas summer shoulder bag that I’ve had for a couple of years, my purse had under a pound in change though the coin purse itself was a tiny little red Radley one which I bought in Cardiff a while ago, £10 note – cashback that I’d just put in there from the supermarket, a red polka dot card wallet – complete with cards (now all stopped) and a necklace that I’m a bit upset about as Himself bought it for me when we were on holiday in Porthleven. Fortunately the jeweller is still working in the village, so it can be replaced. No heirlooms, no wealth, no treasures lost but a fair amount of inconvenience.
I thought I was really careful with my bag – it’s always zipped, I never carry much cash, I wear it across my shoulder rather than over it and a moment’s relaxation, when we returned from an unexciting trip to a local supermarket, has given someone the opportunity to snatch it away.
To tell the truth, I don’t feel that bothered. Compared with other stuff that goes on in life, a lost shoulder bag isn’t a major event. I’m sad that someone feels the need to take my belongings though. What a waste of time – phone calls to stop cards, trips to the bank if I actually want some cash before the replacement cards arrive, police time – a lovely young policewoman came over yesterday morning and was here for an hour taking my statement before visiting all our neighbours to see if they’d seen anything.
The response from our neighbours has been lovely. Several have popped by to say they’ve heard and are sorry – how on earth did that happen here, in our quiet road, while we were all going about our daily business as usual?
Never mind – I’m told thieves do it ‘for the buzz’ quite often. For the thrill of being able to, rather than for rich pickings.
If I ever get to meet him/her I’ll definitely let them know I’m ‘NOT THRILLED’!!!!!
Back to my patchwork quilts.