Who the h**l would honk at us
waiting for our turn at a stop sign?? As far as we could see, we had done everything right, and the confrontation with the impatience and rudeness of our species left us in deep shock. However, there was a however to the story, when we discovered the loss of our yellow Kånken backpack some hours later. The last place we had seen it was on the roof of our car. The bag had been involved in an emergency nappy stop amidst the green Irish wetness. Our insights concerning the previous whereabouts of our backpack suddenly explained a lot. So what do you do when you drop the nappy bag that also contains a rain jacket, a fleece, the book of the hungry caterpillar, and the tale of the mole with the poop on his head. You zoom into satellite views on Google maps and spend the next day driving back, talking to people, and leaving your number. I asked the Druidcraft tarot, it answered 7 of Pentacles, showing a cloaked figure cutting a mistletoe. There is a time to sow and a time to cut. We did not find the yellow Kånken but at least we tried. Maybe it was taken by the faeries or perhaps we simply lost a bag. It happens from time to time…