So, last Thursday I definetly had my wallet. Friday morning I was unable to find it...anywhere. We were doing an office move so I unpacked boxes and then repacked them and then unpacked them again...and repacked them. Pockets were checked, and then rechecked. The kids were asked..."Ok - where did you put daddy's wallet?" I was met by blank denial.
Various places around the establishment were asked if a wallet had been found/handed in/seen/eaten etc...
I unpacked the boxes again and then repacked them.
On Monday lunchtime I cancelled the plastic. On Monday evening I cancelled the joint account plastic.
This morning I came into work and thought "Oh...I must polish my shoes". Out of my new desk came my little shoe polishing kit which is in the form of a small leather pouch style bag. It contains a yellow duster, one tin of Kiwi and two brushes.
This morning it also contained my wallet.
