I haven't slept properly in days.
I'm exhausted, disorientated, depressed to high heaven and at the end of my tether.
After spending a few days in St. Alban's at a friends at the Bank Holiday I'd got accustomed to being in doors for while.
But when I was about to return a catalogue of events conspired for me to lose my Louis Vuitton Bag (including all it's content and Louis Vuitton toiletry bag).
It began when I spilt some Chinese food I'd bought at St. Alban's Street Market which I was eating outside in the grounds of the Cathedral. This meant I had to wash my jeans and ended wearing a pair of blue trousers instead.
I was residing in a friends car and she'd supplied me with a key fob (which unfortunately as the cars battery had run flat didn't work) and a manual emergency key. This key was not normal as it was incredibly thin, didn't have a plastic head and not attached to any key ring. The change of clothes meant that unlike when it was in my jeans pocket it had no way of falling out but in my trousers it did... and it did!
Upon returning to London I had stayed with a friend for the evening (from where in the rush to leave in the morning I believe the key fell out) but the next day I discovered the key gone and I was unable to get back in the car. (Had I gone straight to the car rather than heading to his house the night before - I don't believe I would have lost it, as I would have changed back into my jeans).
This meant I was wondering around with my bag wherever I went since last Tuesday. I'd been sleeping on buses. And last night I'd attended S.O.U.L at the BFI. I'd had a few drinks and having barely slept all week was totally exhausted.
Ironically only the day before I asked another friend if I could leave my bag at his place but unfortunately his positive response some hours later was too late for me. So I still had it on me when it disappeared last night.
I'm currently still fighting with the DWP and this is a direct consequence of their failures to pay what is rightfully mine.
Right now, I don't feel like continuing with life.
I'm exhausted, disorientated, depressed to high heaven and at the end of my tether.
After spending a few days in St. Alban's at a friends at the Bank Holiday I'd got accustomed to being in doors for while.
But when I was about to return a catalogue of events conspired for me to lose my Louis Vuitton Bag (including all it's content and Louis Vuitton toiletry bag).
It began when I spilt some Chinese food I'd bought at St. Alban's Street Market which I was eating outside in the grounds of the Cathedral. This meant I had to wash my jeans and ended wearing a pair of blue trousers instead.
I was residing in a friends car and she'd supplied me with a key fob (which unfortunately as the cars battery had run flat didn't work) and a manual emergency key. This key was not normal as it was incredibly thin, didn't have a plastic head and not attached to any key ring. The change of clothes meant that unlike when it was in my jeans pocket it had no way of falling out but in my trousers it did... and it did!
Upon returning to London I had stayed with a friend for the evening (from where in the rush to leave in the morning I believe the key fell out) but the next day I discovered the key gone and I was unable to get back in the car. (Had I gone straight to the car rather than heading to his house the night before - I don't believe I would have lost it, as I would have changed back into my jeans).
This meant I was wondering around with my bag wherever I went since last Tuesday. I'd been sleeping on buses. And last night I'd attended S.O.U.L at the BFI. I'd had a few drinks and having barely slept all week was totally exhausted.
Ironically only the day before I asked another friend if I could leave my bag at his place but unfortunately his positive response some hours later was too late for me. So I still had it on me when it disappeared last night.
I'm currently still fighting with the DWP and this is a direct consequence of their failures to pay what is rightfully mine.
Right now, I don't feel like continuing with life.
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