Dear reader
This issue is put together at the end of December, and the final Monday of last year got off to a bad start. My cellphone disappeared. It was definitely lying next to my bed when my alarm clock went off early that morning, but by eight o’clock it was nowhere to be found. And I had yet to set foot out of the house. As always, the phone’s sound was off because I’d had enough of the constant ping-ping-pinging. I searched high and low, but to no avail. I even looked in the fridge, and checked the shelf in the shower. Maybe I was still half asleep and had the phone in my hand when I turned on the tap? Early that morning, I’d put on a load of washing as it was also…