This is how my weekend started:
Friday night, head off to Johnny's for an afrikaans jam with about 10 of J's mates who had already arrived.
Note 1: Johnny's is in Glencoe (a town five min outside Dundee) which us Dundonians refer to as the trailor park of Dundee
Note 2: the ATM outside the 'club' has like a garage door in front of it, preventing anyone from using it. Why? you might ask...well i settled everyone down in front of it to explain - there have been too many ATM bombings in Glencoe so they are now all closed off at night.
K anyway, so J had hired a taxi (like a real taxi) to fetch us and drop us off etc, James and I were in the front and were dropped off down the road to my house (the rest were going to the farm). we took about half an hour to walk the 500m, stumbling, swaying and stopping for breaks on the grass. eventually get to house, think remote doesnt open gate and go round to back door which is also locke.d then discover garage does open and off to bed we go (me in my mom's room and james in j's room) i did have a few spoonfuls of cold soup that were left from mom and gran's supper (just what you feel like after a night out)
next morning have many errands to run - driving farmer's bakkies, fetching millions of mattreses, decorating tent etc. anyway. i couldn't find my purse - stress! phone standard bank to see if any activity on my cards (none), get hold of taxi man (he doesn't see anything) and i keep stressing. look at home again, nothing. so big stress....it must have dropped out when we stepped out of of taxi and some delightful person has a nice new guess wallet.
so i cancel all my cards (please bear in mind that i have spent at least 5 hours in the last 2 weeks getting new accounts, fetching cards, going back to change limits etc). also go to police department to report wallet lost.
sadness
then i go home on sunday and front door locked again so i go round back (suddenly a sense of dejavu descends on me).
BOOM. a pretty guess wallet lying on the path!
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