Friday 12th August
How to go from 0-60 in 2.2 seconds....
1. Wake up with the feeling you have consumed more than adequate amounts of alcohol the night before.
2. Go downstairs and check bag, and find the Mummy purse conspicuous in its absence.
3. Freak out!!!
Much flap and doodle, quick shower, Mook bundled into clothes and accelerate off with no respect for the stinky Punto's age or vintage. Check Hopper's, no joy, so hot foot it (literally, think Fred Flintstone!) back up the hill to see if anyone has phoned on Hop's phone to say they rescued it. For this, we need to swap my chip as Hop's phone is being fixed. Annoyingly nada, so blaze a trail to banks to cancel cards (they couldn't be further apart..one in Playa Fanabe and one in Los Cristianos) I later treck back to do weekly shop (the domestic wheel grinds on, with no pause for personal calamity)in San Eugenio, which I combine with a visit to the central taxi office to see if I left it in the cab. I reason that as there was only at most 5 euros in said purse maybe someone will give it in. The main problem being my driving licence and residencia which whilst not impossible to replace will certainly create a headache of forms and queues at the Police station.
Anyway, after having to listen to Hop say 'I don't know why you take all that stuff out with you' about 12 times, and kicking myself brutally on the shins I thought to myself I'll just check behind the sofa and the Mummy purse was revealed in all its battered brown leather glory.
I have learned my lesson, Oh Grasshopper! I will repeat the mantra
'Leave the mummy purse behind, and just take cash and keys you idiot!' until the message sinks in, like it did with car key fiasco! (I have a spare now!)
After the horrifying start to the day the evening was surprisingly normal, and my pulse rate had just about calmed down in time to let me sleep.
1. Wake up with the feeling you have consumed more than adequate amounts of alcohol the night before.
2. Go downstairs and check bag, and find the Mummy purse conspicuous in its absence.
3. Freak out!!!
Much flap and doodle, quick shower, Mook bundled into clothes and accelerate off with no respect for the stinky Punto's age or vintage. Check Hopper's, no joy, so hot foot it (literally, think Fred Flintstone!) back up the hill to see if anyone has phoned on Hop's phone to say they rescued it. For this, we need to swap my chip as Hop's phone is being fixed. Annoyingly nada, so blaze a trail to banks to cancel cards (they couldn't be further apart..one in Playa Fanabe and one in Los Cristianos) I later treck back to do weekly shop (the domestic wheel grinds on, with no pause for personal calamity)in San Eugenio, which I combine with a visit to the central taxi office to see if I left it in the cab. I reason that as there was only at most 5 euros in said purse maybe someone will give it in. The main problem being my driving licence and residencia which whilst not impossible to replace will certainly create a headache of forms and queues at the Police station.
Anyway, after having to listen to Hop say 'I don't know why you take all that stuff out with you' about 12 times, and kicking myself brutally on the shins I thought to myself I'll just check behind the sofa and the Mummy purse was revealed in all its battered brown leather glory.
I have learned my lesson, Oh Grasshopper! I will repeat the mantra
'Leave the mummy purse behind, and just take cash and keys you idiot!' until the message sinks in, like it did with car key fiasco! (I have a spare now!)
After the horrifying start to the day the evening was surprisingly normal, and my pulse rate had just about calmed down in time to let me sleep.
posted by claire at 7:31 PM
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