don't mess with zdrob.

Maybe it was somebody from your primary school days, the first kid to go on the new rope swing. Some bully who pushed itself to the front and had to be first, and had to show off and ride standing up or with no hands and who promptly fell off and got grazed and red-of-eye. And you thought ha!, until the Authority in place said nobody else could ride as it was clearly too dangerous.

Or there was the clown who left a flag - of all things! in all places! - on the moon. Or the unhappy soul who jumped from the newly reopened tower in Pisa, it having been closed for just that reason. History and our lives are littered with examples of people taking first place and abusing it, messing things up for all next-comers.

So while it was lovely to hear that Sanne would be visiting, and charming to meet Ylle, kidnap and the aching violation of trust which followed are not on. Never again shall William and I be so naive, so trusting, as to let anyone near our beloved zdrob. If, that is, we ever see our dear and precious zdrob ever again.

Zdrob is a symbol of youth and hope, of new dawns and tasty, tasty chocolate, and we dearly miss her. While she is missing, we may not be able to let anyone stay in our flat. This, more than anything else recently, has shaken my faith in humanity, cackling cruelly as it does in the face of friendship. I won't know how to look our dear zdrob in the face if we should ever discover her place of imprisonment. I may -- hard as it may be -- i may have to put her out of her traumatised misery. And only with her safe return and consumption will my faith in visitors be restored. I encourage you all to put what pressure you can on Sanne to Bring Back Zdrob!

Will zdrob have her modesty respected, or will she suffer like this poor, shivering victim? Only time will tell.