Guys, I got my camera back!
Yes, me and my beautiful LX3 have been reunited at last. I’ve never felt so happy as when I saw its little
face lens staring back at me.
The moral of the story is that Southwest Trains are horrible liars, who told me twice that they didn’t have my camera. But last week I finally got the truth out of them, and went all the way to South London and back to rescue little Lumix from the bowels of Waterloo train station.
The Lost Property department is in a mysterious and secret part of the station that I never knew existed, sort of like Harry Potter if they’d got Ken Loach to direct it.
My good luck didn’t even end there. On my way out of Waterloo I somehow managed to win a free Clinique Chubby Stick in Watermelon, which is like a really really expensive tinted lip balm (my advice: definitely not worth 16 quid).
I’m still not sure where I left my camera. I thought it was on a bench at Farnborough train station, but it seems like it’s been on a journey of its own. I found these two mysterious pictures on it which I definitely didn’t take:
What does it mean? Is the person who found my camera trying to leave me a message? I’m glad they only took pictures out of the train window, it could have been a lot worse.
I already lost this camera once before when I left it on the grass beneath a huge mountain cable-car in Italy. That time some kindly German tourists took it to the ticket office. It must be related to a boomerang, although I’m going to try not to test that theory.
Anyway, sorry for this rather dull post, but now that I have my little Lumix back I have loads of updates planned. I’ve even been sewing.
I hope your week has been as brilliant as mine and that you find all your lost things.