My sister has worked and studied very hard all her life and has a very well paid job as a result. I would love to be like her but I’m sure I lack the talent, and I certainly lack the concentration span to get there. And the two year blip of Kyiv probably won’t help my career path either.
Her husband is equally hard working, talented and well paid, and as a result, they can afford to live in a wonderful apartment in inner Sydney.
Which they generously allowed me to stay in while I was in Australia (they’re in the middle of moving so it wasn’t a great time).
Compared to my sister, I’m more of a budget person. As a result, my current toiletries bag is a Ukrainian plastic shopping bag. It comfortably fits my toothpaste, toothbrush, soap, moisturiser, razor (you need summer legs for Oz) and my other useless odds and ends.
Arriving at my sister’s place, the first thing I did was stake my claim in the bathroom by popping my ‘toiletries’ bag in there, next to the bin. This ensured I had access to all my toiletries needs while overcoming jetlag.
On my last night in Sydney, as my sister and her family slept (it was late, I was jetlagged), I tiptoed into the bathroom to brush my teeth. Only to find, to my astonishment!.. my bag was gone.
At this moment, a couple of visions flashed through my mind:
– Most people use plastic bags for rubbish, not toiletries
– A dirty nappy sitting half inside my ‘toiletries’ bag after kiddy bath-time (mistaken for a rubbish bag, perhaps?)
– My brother-in-law taking out numerous bags of rubbish before going to bed.
I tiptoed into my sister’s room and whispered urgently… “I think BIL has chucked out my toiletries bag!”
My sister woke up BIL, who confirmed my fears. Lovely fellow, he got out of bed, traipsed downstairs and brought my bag back up to me.
It was covered in soy sauce from our Chinese take-out containers that had accompanied it to the bin. I bought a toiletries bag the very next day.