Someone is stealing from me. Little things; a manicure set, an empty perfume bottle … I have an idea who it may be, and I have sufficient knowledge of psychology to understand – and be sympathetic to – the reason why. But the latest theft is distressing beyond words to me.
I love notebooks and, throughout my life, I have collected them. This green one is one of my best-loved; it is the one that I only use when I am in Simonstown. When in Johannesburg, it lives on my desk and I dip into it most mornings. It’s gone.
I suspect that the thief reads my blog and I beg that the notebook be surreptitiously returned, much as it was taken.
In the meantime, as serendipity often works, I received a beautiful notebook in the mail yesterday, from bluebee in Australia.
“I would like to make a toast to lying, stealing, cheating and drinking. If you’re going to lie, lie for a friend. If you’re going to steal, steal a heart. If your going to cheat, cheat death. And if you’re going to drink, drink with me.”