For the last few days I’ve been looking for a library book that I’d lost. I’ve been quite ticked, because it’s the first library book I’ve ever lost, and I don’t have money to spend on replacing it. If you’ve been visiting me this week, you probably would’ve heard me complaining about it. Or maybe you’re one of the lucky people who heard about it via email.
Tonight I had supper with Jak and I mentioned the lost book to him. It turns out that he’s had the book in his car all along. Phew. I’m not sure when or why I ever had the book in his car, but that’s perfectly fine. I’m just glad that it was his car where I left it, and not a taxi or a train. Now if only I’d had supper with him earlier in the week, like on the Monday when I’d decided the book was officially MIA. It would have saved me a few mad searches of my flat, and some desperate phone calls to shuttle services and lost+found desks.
But things are good: not only don’t I have to pay the library anything (or even mention this to them), I get to finish reading the book. Hoozah!