Karma. It really is a bitch.

As I was walking into work today, something on the pavement caught my eye. An iPod.

It's one of those 8GB ones, just a baby. It was sitting in the middle of NOWHERE.

I've decided to put a poster up on a tree where I found it. If somebody rings, I'll ask for them to prove it's theirs - it has a name in the settings and I'll get them to list a few of the artists.

At work, I kept thinking something has to happen to counteract this.

It did. When I got home, Amy told me that mum had her purse stolen today.

I couldn't believe it. We traipsed around some notoriously pick-pockety locations, and then she gets it snatched at home. To be honest with you, I'm not entirely sure she didn't just leave it somewhere. She's completely scattered these days.

Damn.

You know what? I want a Real Life Doctor Who friend - I feel almost lonely in my fandom. You guys are THE LOVE, don't get me wrong, but I don't see you. I want someone who I can watch the episodes with and squee with. I think I need to trade in my friends for some newer models. *g*