A short time ago a crisis hit the Farndon household.
My wallet vanished without trace – everyone strenuously denied responsibility of course .. so I was left wondering where on earth I’d left it: maybe it had fallen from a pocket? .. had I left it in the local shop after stocking up on my five (bottles) a day? I pulled the cars apart, and looked everywhere I could think of in the house (looking in the same places several times despite knowing for sure I’d already checked that very same spot .. am I the only person who does that? ~ I’m seriously beginning to wonder if it’s some early sign of a mental disorder?).
After a couple of days of an increasing level of dread – as the thing had not appeared in any of the places I normally use to park my bits and bobs – there was nothing for it but to call everyone and cancel all the cards and get replacements enroute tout suite mes amis.
So I am now patiently waiting for these replacements to drop onto the welcome mat .. chez nous.
Emilie (my littlest one) was playing near the piano last night .. and with relish started waving around – to an assembled Grandparent’y thing that was going on - well guess – (I was upstairs at the time, making myself look beautiful in the bathroom mirror. A task, I must admit, which had thus far taken some considerable time without any positive effect).
yep .. from one of many baskets of playthings (made in the ROC) nestled under the piano, was extracted ‘Daddy’s’ black wallet. Innocently rediscovered ~ after having been found, played with and then totally forgotten, I suspect, some days before.
This now contains absolutely nothing of worth, as everything it contains has been cancelled, and now I look at it, it is a bit tatty anyway .. so I might treat myself for Christmas.
Well .. at least I would if I get my new cards before then anyway – as it stands right now nobody is getting a present this year!
