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Oh dear …

Sir G and I headed off last night to a little restaurant called Yum, in Vredehoek, to hook up with FeistyFemale and some other wonderful people to celebrate her big two-five birthday.


And it was … for a while. We got there, greeted the gorgeous Bev (looking quite spectacular in her turquoise party dress), handed over some flowers and a pressie, said our hallo’s to everyone and promptly ordered a beer.

So far so good …

More lovely people arrived …yakkity yak yak, chat about this, chinwag about that.

Take a little break, step back from the activity for a minute, to regroup and *BOOM*, it hits me! I’ve left my purse at home … AAAAAARGH!!! Dammit, I NEVER do that. And Sir G says: “Not to worry, I’ve got my wallet here and I’ve got cash, so we’re cool!”


More attempts to mingle, while dodging Mr Golding and that camera again!

Glasses are empty, time for another round, and off Sir G goes to place an order at the bar.

And back Sir G comes to inform me that he, errrr, doesn’t want to alarm me, he’s not quite sure what to do, but he doesn’t seem to have his wallet on him either!


How embarrassing! Seriously, we were dying … not a penny between us, ERK. Luckily and thank goodness, Cluckhoff came to our rescue and lent us some moola. (Thank you xxx)

*whew* again.

And then … disaster.

Sir G became *convinced* that he’d brought his wallet with him – he was SURE he’d put it in one of his jacket pockets before we left – and thought it may have dropped out somewhere between the car and the restaurant. And The Hunt began. Waiters, car guards, everyone pitched in to look for the missing wallet. It was nowhere to be found. We phoned home to ask the boys to see if was perhaps lying around there, but no luck!

I was really hoping that the wallet was here at home somewhere, that the boys had just missed seeing it and that we’d spot it when we got back – teenage boys are not renowned for being able to “find stuff”, right?

But we never found it 🙁

His jacket was hanging over a chair unattended for a while at the restaurant and the only (rather horrible) explanation is that somebody helped themselves to his wallet.

So poor Sir G has now lost about 900 ronds, his driver’s license, and his bank and gym cards and of course it’s a huge schlep to sort everything out. He’s not a happy Mullet

And I’m not exactly a ray of sunshine myself today. Hrmph. Feeling way too tired and grouchy for people. I’m just going to pop in my ear thumps, put my head down and gun it … so much wwwork!

Later my friends.