Dear Diary,

my previous two entries have been so serious that I need to explain something funny that happened today in the street where I live.

I was sitting out in the balcony of my first floor apartment reading my book when, suddenly, I've heard someone screaming then a 'thud', someone else screaming and a louder 'thud'.

I got up from the chair and leaning on the balcony's veranda, I've seen a woman holding her handbag by the shoulder strap looking very distressed and a man lying on the pavement unconcious.

At first I thought that the situation was so surreal that I had mistaken the tea I was drinking for something else...when, all the sudden loads of people paying attention to the same spot as me have confirmed that, strangely enough, I wasn't hallucinating.

Soon a man has gone to check on the other man, the one lying on the pavement, and, every bit as suprised as everyone else there (including me) has asked the woman:

'What in the hell have you done to him?'

The woman, stuttering, has answered:

'Nothing, he was going to steal my bag and I've hit him with it on his head...'

Hearing this, someone else has asked what everyone else wanted to know:

'What on earth are you carrying in it?'

The woman, as if suddenly remembering, has exclaimed 'Oh no!!' and, opening the bag, has shown to all of us....

A BLOODY FIST SIZE ROCK!!!



Oh well...that'll teach the wannabe thief, I guess...

Take care,

Sanae