I really don't understand this.
Last year we went on a walking holiday, ten days on the South West Coast Path, and I took my cheque book with me. After we returned I never saw it again.
I existed quite happily for many months without one, until finally I needed to write a cheque (to
And I haven't seen it since.
I turned the flat upside-down looking for it last night. I excavated the archaeological depths of my desk, looked in pockets of long-forgotten jackets, and even searched the car – all without success. (All I found in the car was a rotten tomato, hidden in a inccessible corner of a door pocket where it had fallen from a plant we were bringing back from the allotment. I found it by plunging my fingers deep into the putrifying heart of it as I groped around in the darkness. When I told
But tomatos aside, where is the bloody chequebook and what is it about walking holidays that make my financial stuff want to head for the hills?