This was going to be a relatively light-hearted post about how, due to the only banana-free Innocent smoothies turning out to be ferment-o-drinks, I ended up with a handbag of yogurt this morning, but then I just phoned my boyfriend to discover he'd been mugged. They took his iPod, his wallet; the police found his glasses. He sounded so shaky on the phone to begin with that I worried it was a bike accident. 'It's alright, I only had a couple of kicks to the head...' I immediately offered to see if I could get tomorrow off work (someone took a day off for a friend's bereavement, mugging has to be somewhere on the trauma scale) but he insisted not, then told me he'd phone me later after speaking to the police.
I wish I'd not bought him his Christmas present already so that I could replace his iPod. I wish I could drive so I could go round there tonight, instead of waiting for tomorrow or most likely the weekend. Bunch of cunts.