Like any sensible con, I packed my emergency bag before I got myself nicked and slung in chokey for a week. Having handed it to staff, it promptly vanished.
I've spent every day since hassling for it to be found. Amongst other things, the bag contained my mini-disc player and my blog notebook - full of ideas for posts yet to be born. I was bereft of Leonard Cohen and Queen's Greatest Hits.
Today my bag was found, just a few feet away, in the office where it had been all along! The Senior Officer who found it made a joke about my writing this up on the blog in a manner that may suggest ineptitude on their part...
I'd have been in a better position to do so if, half an hour later, I hadn't needed to hit my cell call-bell and shamefacedly confess "I've forgotten to pick up my dinner, Guv..."
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That's like when you comment to correct someone's spelling mistake on a blog, and you find after you've posted it that you've made a complete and utter whoopsie of typing a very simple word. Unrescuable!
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