Here is some news that (incomprehensibly) seems to have escaped your notice.
It involves a dastardly act rarely seen in this shire.
I had a favourite old football jumper, one from my days at Wesley College, Sydney University.
Although it was over 20 years old, the jumper was in good nick. Its striped colours remained their accustomed bright royal blue, black and white.
I wore this jumper on a walk down South Head Road, as I often do. The day was sunny and warm – Neville Hughes would tell you that it had nothing to do with global warming, but it was certainly unseasonably balmy.
I took off my jumper and tied it around a power pole along the bike track; something I have also been doing for several years, when exercise or the weather has rendered my jumper superfluous to current conditions.
I continued on my walk, then turned to go home.
Alas, the jumper was gone! I looked in vain along the stretch of path near the swampy fields close to Preddys Wharf, but it had not simply fallen down.
Some treacherous toad had taken it.
No doubt such a rotten thief would not read your respectable paper, but if by chance he/she does, I issue this personal warning!
Such jumpers are rare, and if you dare to wear my jumper in public, do not be surprised if you are grabbed and checked for a name tag.
My maiden name (Stefanie Hosking) is on the collar, stitched there by my own fair 19-year-old hand. Perhaps other South Head residents may likewise challenge you, recognising my jumper.
I know at least one person living along that road was also at Wesley College in the ’eighties, a man of eagle eye and grim purpose.
I would return the jumper, if I were you.
Stefanie Foster, Moruya Heads, 4474 4203