Not again
Needless to say I awoke several hours later absolutely freezing and disorientated. As luck would have it, though, I had sobered up enough to work out where I was, and so managed to make it home in one piece before crashing out in my own warm, lovely, indoor bed.
All very good, no harm done, ’til later in the evening I got that sickening feeling that I am so used to. Phone – check. Keys – check. Wallet – nowhere to be seen. Fuck-a-doodle-do. There was €100 in it and all my cards. Curse the mother who had me!
I had enough to worry about what with my upcoming interview at the Sandberg Institute the following afternoon. This I could do without.
