Bad day

Yesterday was a bad day, but it has taught me valuable lessons. Firstly, never leave 3 weeks worth of blips to be back blipped. I set some time aside in the morning to start uploading the backlog of photos when I came across a problem, my pocket drive wasn't recognised. That's ok I thought to myself, I've reinstalled windows and it must be missing drivers. Drivers? This is supposed to be plug and play. So I take it through to The Boy's computer, not recognised there either. When did I last back up? Before I reinstalled windows, no I started but decided backing up the laptop was more important. I'm hoping that the company will have some sort of data recovery thing that they can do on it, if not, I've lost all my photos from part way through 2010 onwards, incuding those from our amazing Iceland adventure.

That made the day bad enough but I put it to one side and decided not to think about it any more as it was The Boy's birthday and we were headed to town to celebrate. As I'd been up since 6:30am I was exhausted by 9:30pm so made my way to a taxi home. As it dropped me off I shut the door and started to walk away before a terrible feeling hit me, there was no bag on my shoulder but as I turned around the taxi was away. Thankfully I had my keys already in my hand but my camera, phone and other items were still in the taxi. I was devestated, I ran upstairs, called the first taxi number I found, reported it and asked for the numbers of other companies that use that rank, ringing round them all, no one had reported finding it. A few tearful phonecalls to friends and I finally found someone with The Boy's number. Had a chat but nothing else we could do that evening than reporting it missing to the police.

Today I feel lost, I've been taking a photo a day for 822 days now (21 of those days are trapped in a hard drive or lost on a memory card). My camera had become a part of me. If I was popping down the road for milk, it would be in my bag, for a night out, I'd take my camera even if it would restrict my dancing. I never thought I'd feel so lost without it, I don't even have an old point and shoot to fall back on as I used it to death before replacing it.

It's the weekend now so I can only hope that come Monday morning it will have been handed in to the police, camera and phone intact and I will be reunited. I am mildly hopeful this will be the case as the phone still rings out when I call my number and stolen phones tend to have the sim card dumped immediately. However this provides no comfort during this time of mourning for the loss of my camera, it gives no relief from the pain of being so abruptly severed from my most treasured possession.

Photo taken with borrowed phone