Once more I leave the house without my wallet, leaving it somewhere 'safe', probably. This is such a regular occurence that I've stopped panicking when I find it's not there...
Puts me in mind of a song by the marvellous Regina Spektor, simply entitled 'wallet' from her 'Far' album. In that wonderful Regina way, it's a little story about finding a wallet that belongs to an old fellow, taking it to Blockbuster where they'll have his details and imagining how pleased he'll be when Blockbuster phone him to tell him they have his wallet...
I feel a little like the gentleman in the song...
Ho hum
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