I am pretty much incandescent with anger, plus pretty depressed and frustrated for being so naive as to think there's something some fucker won't steal.
I have half an idea who it would have been, now, too, hilariously.
I was wondering "who the fuck would steal a push-chair, man?" - when Patrick suggested that perhaps it had been taken in the London Tradition of people leaving stuff on the side of the road that they don't want (for people whose neighbourhood doesn't do this, it is interpreted as "if you want any of this, take it, because it's going to be scrapped").
I said "Yeah, but who would come on the drive and take a new-looking pra... ohhhhhhh"
Fucking rag and bone man drove past today. I noticed it because it was a) rather anachronistic and b) he seemed to stop next to our house.
I know I'm going to be prone to jump to conclusions while I'm still mad about it, but it wouldn't blow my whole mind if someone who collects junk on a van felt free to pick up potential non-junk, on the basis that anyone complaining would be told it was a genuine mistake.
Either way, I won't be leaving anything on the drive that I don't actively want removing for me.
Piss. That's really fucked my mood.
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