In January 2019, I tucked a £20 note into the back of my purse ‘for emergencies’ and forgot about it.
That summer I turned out my purse looking for my lottery ticket. Not a winning ticket, but there was the old ‘twenty’.
That December, short of cash, nearly used it. Pretty much forgot about it in 2020, with the COVID lock-down.
Coffee with the girls today. “Sorry Maggie, forgot to go to the bank. Can you lend…?” There was my twenty, poking out of my otherwise empty purse. “It’s OK, my treat.”
It was a good sort of ‘emergency’.
That summer I turned out my purse looking for my lottery ticket. Not a winning ticket, but there was the old ‘twenty’.
That December, short of cash, nearly used it. Pretty much forgot about it in 2020, with the COVID lock-down.
Coffee with the girls today. “Sorry Maggie, forgot to go to the bank. Can you lend…?” There was my twenty, poking out of my otherwise empty purse. “It’s OK, my treat.”
It was a good sort of ‘emergency’.
