The other day I was sitting in Mum’s office with her and Stephen, and Lute (her lorikeet) was attempting to get to me. He is the funniest bird ever, and will literally roll around in your hand. He loves being roughed up and kissed, and I think he is more dog than lorikeet. Anywho, Stephen starts singing this song, replacing “birds” with Lute, and “you” with Lisa. Mum turns to him and says, “You should go into entertainment.” To which I said, “Yeah, the kind where they laugh AT you, not WITH you.” Mum and I found it very funny.

I’d also like to comment on th fact that Katie asked to call her friend tonight. She was very excited, too. When I asked what her friend’s name was though, she said “I can’t remember her name.” I just about killed myself laughing.

Last Friday night, I left my scarf on the bus when Gentil and I went for dinner on the way to my Mum’s place. Not just any scarf, though. This is a scarf that my aunty made for me, that I have had for years, and that I consider one of my most treasured items. When I realised (after we had finished dinner, as I thought I had put it in my bag), I immediately checked my bus timetable and called my brother, asking him to run up to the bus stop and check the bus I had been on. He agreed, and ran up there. When I got home, Mum told me that the bus-driver had refused to let my brother on the bus, saying that it couldn’t possibly be that bus, and he had checked it only three hours ago. I was absolutely furious.

To make matters worse, I couldn’t even call the bus company until Monday. When I did, it hadn’t been handed in to lost property, unfortunately. I asked to speak to someone to make a complaint, and on Tuesday I received a call from Steve. I complained about the bus driver, and he was very polite about it. He assured me that it definitely was not acceptable behaviour and that the driver would be dealt with. I was happy with that (though I was still very upset about losing my scarf), and accepted his apology. I had pretty much resigned myself to the fact that it was long gone, and someone had probably picked it up and taken it home. I was also trying to decide whether it was worse to never see it again and always wonder, or to find it destroyed.

On Tuesday night, coming home from seeing Gentil after work, the bus pulled into Epping Station (where it usually waits for what feels like a year) and I happened to glance out the window to my left. And there, hanging in a tree, was my scarf! This shows me how well karma works sometimes. I returned a scarf to SMC the other day (I don’t think I posted about it at the time for some reason), and in return, I found my scarf again. Thank christ for karma. I called everyone once I had found it, and even told someone in IRC (virtually a stranger to me, lol) about it. I could have cried with relief when I plucked it from the tree and found that it wasn’t destroyed, or even damaged. Just a little damp, and from what I can tell nothing nasty was done to it.

Now, I’m off to bed to get some sleep and hopefully wake up feeling rested and ready to do some more work.