Still no sign of Sourdough and Other Stories. I don’t know how much longer I can keep my tenuous grip on sanity.
Tomorrow, I shall begin approaching the neighbours to establish who stole my box of books. There may be peering in windows, crawling across roofs … somewhat like Mr Burns when he tried to steal his teddy bear back from Maggie Simpson. Come to think of it, very much like that.
Surely Australia Post won’t let me down again? Tomorrow, right? Tomorrow?