February 26, 2010 Archives

For the first time in absolutely ages I was headed to the regular Saturday afternoon rpg last Saturday when I decided to pop to the bank and get some money out. Mainly so that I could pay Scoot the money I owe him for the Rammstein and Machine Head tickets that he purchased. I got to Paul's and realised that my wallet was missing. As I went back down to the car to see if it was in the car I slipped on his bottom step and went over on my ankle. Anyway, the wallet wasn't in the car so I went back round to the bank and it wasn't there either. So, I went to the police to report it lost, returned to Paul's to let them know I would have to give the game a miss and went home so that I could call the bank etc to cancel cards and such.

I got up Sunday morning and went to the hospital to get my ankle checked out. It turns out it's not broken just sprained. But, it still hurts like ****. Anyway, I got home and about an hour or so later a guy calls at the house with my wallet. He had found it in the car park outside Paul's flat. So, it must have dropped out of my coat pocket when I got out of the car the first time the night before. The money had gone but everything else was still inside it.