11th June, 2017.
Oh, now don’t you just HATE getting old?
You don’t?
I do.
If there’s money involved.
I managed to get to Brentwood High Street today: to a cash machine.
- Shoved my card in the thing.
- Check my balance.
- Requested a tenner.
- Took my card out.
- Walked away from the machine …
By the time I got back to the cash machine? (A short fat guy running down the High Street was possibly quite a site.)
The tenner had — understandably — gone for a burton.
I’d kick myself.
Except I’d very probably miss.
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