Guy Fawke's

Today is Guy Fawke's Night and it's supposed to be a happy day. Everything went well in the beginning. Four of us met for dinner, or rather Dim Sum, at Dong Hai in Chinatown. We haven't met one another for a long time, so it was nice chatting and stuff. Then as we settled the bill and were about to leave, the unexpected happened - WL discovered his bag, which was left on the ground and his lap top in it, was missing, or rather stolen. (My bag could have been stolen as well, mine was just next to his.) I have friends who had their bags stolen at cafes, pubs, and discos. But, a bag stolen in a reputable Chinese restaurant? A bag stolen without the four of us seeing the process? The thief must be really skillful. That's the first time we've encountered that in a Chinese restaurant. (Obviously, we hope this is the only time.)

Everybody knows that you can never recover anything that is lost/stolen in London. So we gave up after a search in the restaurant and the surrounding area. We went to the police station at Charing Cross to make a report after that.

Anyhow, no point feeling angry or disappointed with "some" Londoners. It's reading week from today, and I'm really happy that I'm leaving dreary London for Paris in 24 hours!

Then again, all the comments and stories I've heard about Paris have been negative. Unsafe. Dirty. Polluted. Shall describe more when I come back.

(By the way, G and S dropping by London next week as well. :D)