London Calling…

This week holds for me a wonderful new experience. That of having absolutely no fucking money. Have I lost my job? Have I converted to Scientology? Have I managed to squander everything I earned in advance of payday? None of the above. What did happen however, is that my wallet was stolen on the Metro in Paris on sunday. This loss in itself is not such a horrific occurrence. The monetary value of what the wallet contained was well under £10, so I am consoled by the fact that whatever lowlife piece of scum pulled it out of my bag in the crush has gotten almost nothing out of that act. However the inconvenience value is sky high.

Fortunately, my rent comes out by direct debit, so I have no worries on that score. And one of my housemates owed me £25, so I have successfully retrieved that. Since my entire bag remained intact and with me aside from the aforementioned wallet, I also had my keys, my ticket back to London, and my phones. And of course, I had the French girl, who bought me dinner, a bottle of water for the journey home, and translated my irritated rant to a gendarme, who kindly provided me with the necessary papers to prove I had made a statement in case any suspicious charges should manage to appear on my credit card. I doubt this, since all 6 (yes, I have 6) cards were cancelled within about 20 minutes of the incident occurring, but its good to have proof regardless.

So this week shall be a week of living on pasta at home and spending about £2 on lunch a day. I am going to consider it a challenge to survive on as little cash as possible. I have been getting a bit too affluent lately, I realised this morning that I no longer really ask myself whether I can afford to buy things or not. I just assume that I can unless they are over a couple of hundred quid. While this is possibly a natural side effect of getting paid what I consider to be quite a lot, I’m not certain I approve of it. I like it, but that’s of no consequence really. It was nice to be able to just go buy a mattress last week and not have to save money, but these things should be better planned.

I originally wrote this update days ago and never posted it. Tune in tomorrow for an explanation of why all bank clerks should all be ritually dismembered and eaten by dogs. Small annoying dogs.

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