The Mystery of the Abandoned Suitcase
Hey everyone! Welcome to my regularly scheduled week-in-review, this week brought to you by this shameless mirror selfie, and quite a lot of coffee.
In last week’s round-up, I brought you the Mystery of the Missing Pint Glasses (Still missing, by the way. It’s a mystery which I fear will never be solved, a bit like the Marie Celeste, or why Crocs were ever popular…), but this week we have another mystery on our hands. Don’t worry, I don’t intend to make ALL of my posts mysteries – I mean, I’m not Nancy Drew – but, well, take a look at this:
(Er, there was no way to make this photo look “Pin-able”, unfortunately. Sorry.)
Terry found it on a piece of wasteland near our house while he was out walking the dog, and as soon as he told me about it, I had to go and take a look for myself. So: a suitcase full of men’s clothes, all neatly folded, just dumped on a random piece of land. WHY? Why would you pack a case just to dump it? And if it wasn’t the owner of the case who dumped it, WHO WAS IT? And how did they come to procure a fully-packed suitcase that didn’t belong to them? Is it a stolen suitcase? Did it fall from a passing aircraft? Has its owner perhaps disappeared under mysterious circumstances – circumstances which started with them carefully packing a suitcase – and now the case has been hidden, in order to hide the “evidence” it contains? Should I call the police? But then, if it’s supposed to be hidden, it hasn’t exactly been WELL hidden, which makes me wonder if someone WANTED it to be found? Which returns us to my original question: WHY? SO MANY “WHYS”.
(No, I haven’t searched it for clues. My younger self – the one who dreamt of one-day being a show-jumping detective – wouldn’t have hesitated, but my older self finds herself rather squeamish at the thought of rummaging through someone else’s rain-soaked clothes, and worries that she might find a severed hand or something inside it.)
(Oh, and near the scene of the suitcase, Terry also found a dead fish. I promise I’m not making this up. We don’t live near a body of water, so this is another mystery. Is the fish connected to the suitcase in some way? Was it perhaps INSIDE the suitcase at some point? Did the suitcase BELONG to the fish? Would it be possible for me to squeeze any MORE questions into this paragraph? I doubt it.)
If you think you have the answer to either of these mysteries, please leave me a comment. Meanwhile…
This week I posted my ballot paper for the UK general election. (I get a postal vote, so I don’t have to go and stand in line at the voting booths on the day itself. I’ll do anything to avoid The Others, seriously…) I don’t write about politics here, partly because of the old “never discuss religion or politics” thing, but also because I’ve reached an age now where I just don’t have the energy for the arguments which always seem to follow any kind of political statement. When I was a teenager, I was super-opinionated, and would happily debate for hours – I think I thought it was the “grown up” thing to do – but now? Now I’m STILL fairly opinionated, but – for the most part – I tend to keep those opinions to myself.
One thing I’ve noticed is that people rarely change their minds during political debates – instead, they all just become more and more entrenched in their own opinions, and what started out as a civilised discussion ends up as a bun-fight. Last year’s Scottish Referendum was particularly nasty in that respect, so I’ve voted (and would encourage everyone who’s eligible to do likewise, because it’s SO important), and will follow the election with interest, but with my mouth firmly shut.
On a lighter note…
This is what happens when Terry and I try to take a selfie together while eating ice cream. The weather has been absolutely beautiful again this week – warmer than it usually is during summer, let alone in April – so we’ve been making the most of it by getting out in the sun while it’s there, and then catching up with work in the evening. Definitely one of the biggest perks of being self-employed!
One of those “making the most of the sunshine” days was Thursday, when Terry and I went for what I thought was going to be a gentle stroll along country lanes, but which ended up being an epic adventure complete with wise-cracking farm folk and me almost ending up in tears. And by “almost” I mean “actually”. I’d taken the camera, with the intention of taking some photos during that gentle stroll (ha!), but when we reached our destination, I discovered the battery was dead, so unfortunately all have is this iPhone photo, and, OK, some other iPhone photos, which I’ll probably post next week sometime, or whenever I get round to writing down the sorry tale:
So that’s something to look forward to for next week, huh? And hey: at least there were daffodils! Briefly.
Have a good weekend, everyone!