January 05, 2006

The last post & Chorus


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.
Love you.

Illegitimis Non Carborundum.

Yes, mum, I know it's pig latin.

3 comments:

RowdyLibrarian said...

Good Morning Abraham William,

One day when you are bigger, Grandad Phil will tell you about someone stealing his briefcase at 6am while he was on a train at the main station in Budapest, on his way to Kutna Hora.

Grandad Phil who STILL doesn't know that he isn't 18 any more (or even 28), chased the thief through the train, jumped onto the train tracks, ran through the train yard and then out into the street where he lost him. To quote the nice police man "Just like in the movies". To quote Rowdy Grammy "I'm glad you didn't catch him, what if he had a knife or a gun and hurt you?" The best part about it is that Grandad did all of this without letting go of his cup of coffee.

Your Dad is right possum, no one was hurt, and when it comes down to it a camera is just a thing. Grandad's camera was in his briefcase also, and it had all of the photos on it of our trip to Budapest with Uncle John & Aunty Joan and the Wise clan. But you know what - we still have the memories.

I'm very glad that Mr. Froggy is safe.
I'm glad that you are safe and well.

AND...

in five weeks we will be with you.

kisses and hugs to you my darling grandson, and your mum and dad and uncle.


PS Do you like your phone?

RowdyLibrarian said...

PS
Actually Abraham you need to tell your dad that it is

Nil Illegitimis Carborundum.

And it's not pig Latin. Pig Latin is a whole different thing. I'll explain one day.

Rowdy (who did two years of Latin when she was in grade 7 & 8)

bill yjoebob said...

oh no unky pol, twas James Squire's IPA, a whole nother beast, and certainly someone I'd be happy to introduce you to, should you choose to darken our fair shores once more.