On Monday, 7 January I went to bed at 3am after spending the entire day packing – the movers were due to arrive at 10am. Jonny had already been asleep for hours, so I went to sleep on the couch in the lounge.
When I walked into my study at 7.45am, I immediately noticed that my laptop was gone. So were my wallet and my father’s wedding ring, which I had taken to my study to pack. What transpired over the next hour or so is that someone extremely enterprising and agile used a fishing rod to pull a plastic bag over the security camera on the west side of our building, climbed up the drainpipe to the third floor and got into my study through an open bathroom window.
I am trying to resign myself to this most fitting of Joburg farewells. Laurice Taitz reckons losing my laptop is “liberating”. In retrospect I think she may have a point.
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LAURICE TAITZ: Darlink Mrs Astor, Love the blog although fear my comment may be interpreted as callous — it wasn’t so much the loss of the laptop but the invasion of space which prompted me to think that it would free you up to leave thinking the place you are going to would be more welcoming than the one you left.
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