Surprise!

Back in August, I went to the cash machine and got some money out before heading away. When I opened my purse to pay for breakfast, I couldn’t find the cash. Luckily I was with my parents who paid. I searched my bags and pockets (and other pockets when I got home). No cash. I concluded that either I had dropped it or my pocket had been picked.

Today I went to get stamp out of the wallet to post a birthday card and hiding in the book of stamps was the cash. Hurrah!