Several years ago Mr B and I spent two years living in Cardiff, and later Bristol, but working weekends in Dublin. This basically involved flying over to Ireland every Friday afternoon and returning home in the early hours of Tuesday morning.
We loved it. We loved the job, the people, our little Dublin flat, and also the fact that we had the rest of the week off together.
However, sadly, one November we returned home on a Tuesday to our house in Bristol to discover we had been burgled. The really sad thing was that it also just happened to be Mr B’s birthday.
In our absence some little feckers had broken in by removing the bottom pane of our kitchen door and helped themselves to many of our belongings.
We lost jewellery, i-pods, speakers, tennis racquets, cameras, the very first necklace Mr B bought me, a graduation present, a treasured pen. Basically they stole anything of value that was small enough to carry out.
I had secretly hoped that one day, were we ever to be burgled, they would steal Mr B’s TV but given that it is 10 years old, MAHOOSIVE and weighs approximately the same as a Fiat Panda this wasn’t to be.
Just to add insult to injury the little buggers then drove away in our car as we had kindly left them the keys.
But, you know, the saddest thing we lost was a memory stick that had happened to be in Mr B’s camera as he had been going over some old photos the week before. They were photos from a year he had spent travelling when he finished university. Those photos are now lost forever and it is very unlikely that he will ever see most of the people in them again.
This broke my heart.
Three years on you know this is really the only thing that still makes me sad.
When it comes down to it, stuff is just stuff. It is people that count.
I don’t attach too much value to my stuff anymore. Just my family and friends.
How about you?
What do you value the most?