I used my credit card in the conservatory earlier this afternoon. Moved into the lounge and went to place another order. Where is my card? I thought I brought it with me. No, must have left it in the conservatory. I’ll get it when I get to the checkout. The dog is making a chewing sound. Sounds like a pen being bitten. Hang on, it’s my card!!! The edges are all chewed up but all the relevant info is there. Won’t go in a card machine and contactless may or may not work.
I rang the lost and stolen card section of my credit card provider and couldn’t stop laughing as I explained. A new one is being sent with the same numbers so I can carry on using the old one online.
Good Morning Wednesday 18th May 2022
Pictures and books in charity shops
The loss of freedom of speech, of sidelining women and biology