So my mobile was pickpocketed from my purse yesterday while I was shopping. I was out looking for my Halloween costume and somewhere between 4:40 and 5:30 it disappeared from my handbag. Nana and I tried calling it but it was shut off; the one way of knowing it was stolen. I went and reported it missing to the police. I'll not see it again I'm sure.

But I'll tell you: Pride goes before a fall.

It took me forever to decide on this particular phone. It was so shiny and nice. It had a touch screen and was unlike any phone I had before. I loved it. I guess I learned a few lessons in this. 

Sigh.

Watch your bags.