Things I know I had in my wallet
Oct. 12th, 2006 07:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ailbheUntil sometime yesterday - about 5 pm - I had this wallet in cherry red. It was a squeakmakingly wonderful birthday or Christmas gift from Rob's parents one year. I used it constantly.
It contained a debit card each for my personal and our joint current accounts. It contained a Mastercard credit card. It contained a current diary, and several sheaves of notes, including some poetry I wrote about Linnea when she was less than six weeks old. I was still feeling too tender about it to transfer it to a more permanent medium. It contained my library card, Boots Advantage card, and some other non-financial plastic, including charity membership cards. It may also have contained a Barclaycard, I've just realised, so I need to check my other card-stashing place for that. There was less than three quid in cash.
It did not contain my Family Railcard, driving license photocard, Kew membership card, or, um, anything else I can think of offhand.
Someone enterprising saw me crying miserably on the bus and grabbed the opportunity.
That, or I dropped it. Either way, I've put a temporary block on the cards and will likely confirm them lost tomorrow.
Enough.
It contained a debit card each for my personal and our joint current accounts. It contained a Mastercard credit card. It contained a current diary, and several sheaves of notes, including some poetry I wrote about Linnea when she was less than six weeks old. I was still feeling too tender about it to transfer it to a more permanent medium. It contained my library card, Boots Advantage card, and some other non-financial plastic, including charity membership cards. It may also have contained a Barclaycard, I've just realised, so I need to check my other card-stashing place for that. There was less than three quid in cash.
It did not contain my Family Railcard, driving license photocard, Kew membership card, or, um, anything else I can think of offhand.
Someone enterprising saw me crying miserably on the bus and grabbed the opportunity.
That, or I dropped it. Either way, I've put a temporary block on the cards and will likely confirm them lost tomorrow.
Enough.