my purse is found…intact…it seems to have been on an odd journey, but anyway, it’s found
And, I must add, it’s true that the sentimental bits and pieces were the most important, and I can’t tell you how pleased I am to have that piece of paper with the most adorable letter E you ever did see, but losing all that money did make me feel sick in my stomach too. I think perhaps because I had only just been to the ATM, and hadn’t bought a single piece of the week’s shopping or the petrol or the lollies or any of the many, many things two hundred dollars can buy.
There you go. Fantastic.
They’re an honest lot, those market-goers, on the whole.
There you go. Fantastic.
They’re an honest lot, those market-goers, on the whole.
yes, that’s why I could not understand what had happened…and wandered back and forth and back and forth and back and forth again…anyhoo, nothing lost but a couple of hours
Gosh!
I would have gotten that sinking feeling over the money, but the little bits of paper would have had me in tears…
I told you so!
I lost my wallet on Grand Final day but I took the precaution of being in debt up to the proverbial eyeballs, thereby precluding any chance that I would have any cash in it to steal.
And it was handed in.
And I feel like such a heel that I haven’t called the guy yet to thank him.
hurrah!
What good news!
thanks all – you could still ring him drew. Or send him a Christmas card. With a bag of scorched almonds. As long as he’s not allergic to almonds of course.
Such good news!
Excellent news! You should immediately take a photo of that adorable letter E so that it can never be lost again.