In which Will mourns in OD

I was going to write an entry with the pics of me with the FA Cup. And my opinion of Frost/Nixon. And a pic of the sonic pen a friend gave me for Christmas.

I was even thinking of mentioning how the staff at the job centre here in Boro couldn’t find their own arses with both hands, a torch, a map and a giant neon sign pointing the way.

But I’m not.

The reason I’m not is this.

Got home last night after having a couple of birthday drinks with a friend in the union to find a pile of black bags at the foot of the stairs. Went to my room (still locked) and found a note from one of my housemates asking me to knock on his door when i got in. Knocked on his door and he told me that the nightmare housemate I mentioned before is now a ex-housemate as my landlord kicked her out that day.

However, he had got in (he’d been staying at his siters for a few days) to discover that his stereo and £500 in housing benefits cheques had been stolen.

So I went to my room and unlocked the door.

And there it wasn’t.

I usually take it with me whenever I leave the house. But yesterday, for some reason, I forgot. I thought it was safe due to my bedroom door being locked.

But there it wasn’t.

The police were phoned, they came round, took statements, etc, etc. Sat up chatting with my housemate for a while, then went to bed as I had an appointment early today.

Got up, went to pack it in my bag and then remembered.

There it wasn’t.

My laptop. Which was also my TV, DVD player, music centre and main writing tool. Gone.

Thankfully, most of the stories I had on there (including the opening of my novel) are safe as I had emailed them to people for feedback so I downloaded them from the emails I sent and saved them to my drive on the uni servers. Also, thankfully, I had put the photo’s from when Daphne was here (both times) onto my external hard drive so they’re safe as well.

But still. My laptop. Basically part of my body. I’m slightly lost (particularly at nights when I would watch stuff I’d downloaded or listened to music while reading/writing).

Will

P.S. No, i didn’t have insurance. I couldn’t afford that.

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