clapham_gull
Legacy Fan
- Aug 20, 2003
- 25,876
well, it involved a 700 back from shoreham high st after a few sherberts. I got chatting to a homeless guy in the bus stop who got on the same bus, and as we got along he offered me one of his tinnies. Very decent chap, well spoken, ex-forces, not a complete shambles appearance-wise. So on a warm summers evening i asked him back to my garden for a couple of beers, whilst making it clear we wouldn't be putting him up for the night. I've gone up and put some shorts on as it was steaming hot.
Had a pleasant hour or so of interesting convo and a couple of cigars, before he set off to get his bus along to brighton to his shelter. But then, after he'd gone - i couldn't find my wallet, anywhere. And i only leave it in 2 places, it was in neither. She'd already gone to bed, and i was not prepared to tell her my wallet was missing (after it was my idea to have him back - i knew the grief that would involve). So i phoned the banks and just cancelled everything, writing off the £70-£80 cash i had in it.
The following afternoon, i fish my jeans out of the drier and there's loose cards rolling around everywhere. Unbeknown to me, she's given him a tenner then put my wallet back in my jeans. I've then washed them not knowing my wallet was in the pocket.
I feel a bit bad because i was cursing that fella on monday night and most of tuesday, although i thought it weird (in my mind) that only my wallet was missing and not phones etc, which were lying around the house. Anyway, a lot of aggro but alls well that ends well i suppose.
What a palava. Thanks for staying with it, folks.
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