I won't go into too much detail - they let loose the robots on me in the evening and I had my breakfast stolen by the man in the bed opposite me the next morning. Then I came home and lay in bed for a few days.
There is a stoic practice of imagining or doing an activity and thinking how it might feel if this were the last time you could do it. This doesn't have to be a significant or profound task, you might be making a cup of tea...
This is not my first encounter with french footwear filchery... but no one expects lightening to strike twice nearly 200km away and 30 years later!! What, I wonder, are the odds on that??
