Well, I’m lucky to be able to post this on my laptop tonight . . .
As I was drinking in Dos de Mayo square here in Madrid, intensely practising my Gallego with a Madrileño friend of my daughter’s, a kind soul from a nearby table told me someone had just nicked my rucksack from around my feet. Abandoning my dog, Ryan, to his fate (and my daughter in the toilets) – Pablo and I raced round the corner, up the street and round another corner, where he noticed that a woman who looked, shall we say, Eastern European had turned round and was retracing her steps, back towards us. Looking where she’d come from, he saw the rucksack on the ground, up against a car wheel.
So, a lucky break and a valuable lesson. And it was almost amusing to hear Faye relate how she’d come out of the bar to find me and Pablo gone and Ryan wandering around free.
Back at the table and looking around, I was able to confirm what Faye then (rather belatedly) told me, viz. that every Madrileña sits with her handbag on her lap. That’s how they identify the suckers.
I wonder how the Rumanian repatriation scheme is going.