Money. We need it, all of us. But a few years ago, on 17 April 2010, someone took quite a bit of money from my house. I wasn’t aware of this until a few weeks later, though, because the money was just sitting there in its special place. 

And then it was gone. I did the knee jerk thing and questioned (blamed) as to whether an obvious person (no one else had been in the house at the time, or so I believed), had taken it. They hadn’t, of course. I knew that too, so I felt bad that I’d questioned their integrity. 

I wasn’t present at the time, but a few weeks ago I learned more about the events of the day. I won’t go into detail because. Well, because. 

Then, a couple of days ago, something happened that made me think about events of six and a bit years ago. All the pieces of the jigsaw slotted together and I realised what had happened. 

It was somewhat disturbing, but (I like to look for the positive in life) I’m glad it’s resolved. Well, resolved in that I’m pretty sure as what happened that morning. 

As for the money that went missing, It was in my house so I replaced it. 

This probably doesn’t make a lot of sense. Mostly because I don’t want to go into detail about the event or the people around at the time. 

Anyway, it’s in the past where it belongs. I had a nice day today.