It is a truism, plumpkin, that bad things happen to good people and vice versa.
I therefore hope fervently that something vaguely to particularly unpleasant happens to the person who just stole our camera.
I understand that they probably need the money, and that they probably already have a fairly unsatisfactory life, but to my mind that doesn't give them the excuse to take what's not theirs. I am glad that I removed the photos of you that were on it, and I'm also taking some solace from the knowledge that the battery was almost completely flat.
Whoever purloined the fantastic Panasonic Lumix FZ-20 that has taken so many of the wonderful shots that have graced this page will likely only get to enjoy it for a very short period of time before the battery dies on them.
I will admit that, at the time of the theft, I was visiting a place of ill repute, but I hardly think that picking up a 6 pack of delightfully hopped India Pale Ale is cause for divine retribution.
Of course, being the (now) responsible and wise parental types that we are, your mother and I had the camera insured. Whether the insurance claiming process goes off without a hitch is another matter entirely, however I have every faith that it shouldn't be too painful. In any case, the facts to give thanks for are as follows:
- They stole the camera, and not Mr Froggy, who was also in the back of the car;
- There were no photos on the camera's memory card at the time;
- The battery was flat, so poo to them;
- Nobody got hurt; and
- The camera was insured.
Illegitimis Non Carborundum.
Yes, mum, I know it's pig latin.