The irony is that earlier in the day I took a photo of a street art poster declaring 'oh no i lost my iPhone'. And then someone helped themselves to mine. It was in my bag in a bar and when I popped to the loo I forgot to take the bag with me. Or I may have left it in a taxi. (I called taxi lost property and apparently last night "Nothing was handed in, in the whole city." Amazing: can you really imagine in a city this size that nobody forgot something in a back of taxi?)
This supports my theory that nothing worthwhile happens after 4am on a night out. I should have been tucked in bed. Stupido! Expensive mistake :( and I was in love, too.
So the Filofax is back. Perhaps its was seeking revenge and plotted this all along.
I think I'll save up and get another phone once we have a new apartment and friggin contents insurance.
7 days til Justin comes!
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2 comments:
oh noes. hmm, stick with the filofax, mia.
Noooooooo! Better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all (like us Aussies!)
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