tamaranth | Latvian Folk Music ...

... on the iPod: just another thing, like my PDA and my phone and my notebook and my good lipstick, that some little bastard deprived me of by mugging me at the DLR station last night (right next to the CCTV camera, though this will not bring back the contents of my handbag or indeed the long-sought handbag itself).

It could have been much worse. I'm unhurt, and it wasn't nearly as frightening as last time. But it did shake me up badly, and I'm not sure my insurance covers any of it ... and, most importantly, I am so sick of having to be nervous. If this can happen at 6pm in a well-lit station as people are coming home from work, then nowhere around here is safe.

Am so thankful for my friends, though:

ladymoonray and

asynje came over to keep me company, and

swisstone left the pub early to come down and escort

asynje back to her hotel. And then there was the Good Samaritan who called the police for me, waited with me and gave me £20. Good to remember that some people are, well, good.

Beginning to feel like Arthur Dent, though: whatever the universe thinks it is doing to me, I would like it please to stop. I am fed up with having to deal with emergencies. I want boredom. And new locks.