Three people were late to work today due to forgetting their wallets and I was one of them. This lead to a quest for a free car park which added an extra ten minute walk before I even got to work.
Luckily I was meeting Mummy Pigalina for lunch so that was sorted – though i was short changed by a man that thinks “no cucumber” means “no cucumber, jalapenos, olives or carrot”.
My wallet is safely on the kitchen bench now, next to my keys and has a blog post to also jog my memory.
And yes, it is a man’s wallet.