Ive just come home from a lovely wander around a car boot sale with my two kids and DH, to find some nasty fucker has knicked my purse. Everything, debit cards, credit cards, cash, photos, staff cards, vouchers. The lot. Im irrationally upset, close to a proper legs-in-the-air tantrum.
So, AIBU to hope the bastard gets his pubes infested by 1000 fleas?
(off to check ebay to see if a radley purse miraculously appears on Ebay close to home...)