Seems today’s date was portentous after all.  Some little bastards broke into H’s flat in the night and stole a load of stuff.  While H slept in his room…on the same floor (it’s a ground floor flat).  Gulp.  Utter bastards.  I hope they’ve heard of karma…

I was so angry when H told me this morning, and frustrated cos I couldn’t do anything.  Couldn’t even give him a hug to make him feel better.  Never mind, I’ll save the hug for when I see him next – it’ll be a ‘never mind those bastards will get what’s coming to them’ kind of a hug :-)

Note to self:  Just viewed this and the other posts I’ve done online.  Must stop doing those little smiley faces.  I’m too old!!

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