You Wouldn't Read About It, Would You?

If Agnieszka was reading this, she'd be laughing and shaking her head at the same time. That's because what I'm about to tell you is completely in character for me when I'm travelling. You see, not a day goes by, when I'm travelling with Aga, that I don't have a mini panic about my purse, or my camera, or some other precious thing - which usually results in me either having to up-end my whole bag and empty out all the compartments, or patting myself down in a kind of strange, 'get these mosquitoes off me' sort of dance. It drives Agnieszka nuts.

Anyway, I literally, minutes ago, finished blogging about my stolen USB modem. I was having to do my internetting on the crappy wifi at McDonalds, and just as I posted my post, I got knocked off the network (no I wasn't downloading anything Mel!). So, as its getting late, and very cold, I headed back to the hostel. When I got there, I was just about to go up to my room, but still feeling very perplexed about the whole missing modem thing, I felt the prompting to have one last look in a place I hadn't checked. The fridge.

The fridge? Why? Because when I got back from shopping I chucked my phone and purse into the plastic bag to bring it in from the car. I had two plastic bags, and when I was on the modem rampage, I only checked one - because the other one had a huge hole in the side and I kept saying to myself, I was looking at the modem before I went to the shop - so how could the modem be involved with the groceries?

Anyway, as I said, I felt prompted to check the groceries again, and this time I checked the holy bag as well. And lo and behold, there it was!

Fortunately the cold of the fridge doesn't seem to have done it any harm, I'm using it now...

Thank you Lord! What a relief! But I'm still going to sleep with my cameras and my phone...