last night. Realised about 1.30am when in the courtyard at Heebie Jeebies, stood next to FFF and a couple of mates. Raced home bladdered, and spent an hour cancelling all my cards. The call takers were giggling at me trying to speak all posh when I was clearly twatted!
Awoke with the worst hangover ever, and have been dying all day.
Anyway, my Mum gets a phonecall from the manager of a bar we were in (Peacock) saying he had found my wallet, and had got her number from my Donor card. Retrieved it this afternoon, everything still in it apart from the cash (only about £25). So relieved, but equally gutted I have cancelled all my cards and got to wait for a week for new ones to come.
Never taking the wallet out again when on a sesh.
Awoke with the worst hangover ever, and have been dying all day.
Anyway, my Mum gets a phonecall from the manager of a bar we were in (Peacock) saying he had found my wallet, and had got her number from my Donor card. Retrieved it this afternoon, everything still in it apart from the cash (only about £25). So relieved, but equally gutted I have cancelled all my cards and got to wait for a week for new ones to come.
Never taking the wallet out again when on a sesh.
