Sleep, anyone?

I'm just over midway through the Comedy Festival and working stupidly long days, so haven't been paying this much attention... its not because of a lack of things to say, believe me!

Regular blogging will resume shortly.

Promise!

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But wait, there's more

I am beginning to question exactly what it is I am putting out into the universe that is making these things happen to me...

So Wednesday night the wallet was stolen as I was having a drink after working a 14 hour straight shift.

Then last night, after a trying day, getting replacement cards, having another busy night at work and having to get a cab home because I missed the last train... I thought I'd light the oil burner and try and relax a little.

There's a fan in front of the shelf where I keep the tea light candles.  As I was leaning over it to grab a candle, my necklace got caught in the grill of the fan without me realising and as I stood up the chain snapped and broke.

This wasn't just any necklace though.  It was the silver version of this necklace:

Tiffany & Co.  Paloma Picasso.   TIFFANY & CO.

I am gutted.  It might be able to be fixed, but I'll have to sweet talk the repair crew at Tiffany's into it... last time they fixed (4 years ago), it they said it was getting a bit too worn (but complimented me on my excellent care of it given it was given to me 10 years ago and I have worn it every single day.)

So, yes.

Did I mention it was TIFFANY & CO?

What is the universe trying to tell me?  That I'm too attached to designer goods?

Possibly.  But considering how few designer items I actually own, I wouldn't have thought so.

Oh well.

Yazz.  Yazz.  Yazz. Yazz.  Yazz.*

* See previous post.

Rocha.John Rocha.

My purse was stolen last night.  My beautiful Rocha.John Rocha brown leather purse which I bought in London last year.

I loved that purse.  LOVED it.  More than words can possibly express.

The cards that were in it are being replaced (I just have to remember all of them) and I guess I'll just have to put up with the fact that someone has probably already spent the A$25 and €50 cash that was in there, but I'm having real trouble coping with the fact that another person is in possession of my beautiful purse.  Or worse, that they've dumped it somewhere after emptying it of all contents.  No.  I don't want to think about that.

On the plus side (and there always is one), it has forced me into updating all my contact details to my new Melbourne address.

But there are a bunch of cards which I use infrequently, which I just cannot remember.  So I am asking my lovely readers (well the two of you who still read/comment!) if you wouldn't mind taking a few minutes to list the different cards you have in your purses, to see if any of them jog my memory.

I'd be ever so grateful.  As grateful as I was to Constable Daniel, Tiffany, Jade, Jenny, Guy, Kerry and all the other call centre staff who have helped me this morning.

Despite the last 24 hours being rather trying, the Yazz principle is currently being applied and appears to be working.*

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* Definition of the Yazz principle is located here.