Against my better judgement, I queued up in the bank at lunchtime - to finally update my home address - and naturally enough the queue was terrible. I stuck it out though, eventually getting so bored I started going through the old receipts in my wallet.
And that's where I found £300 in uncashed cheques. ![[smile]](/sites/all/modules/smileys/packs/jenkster/smile.gif "[smile]")
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Speaking as someone who has recently had a wallet containing about £250 in cash stolen, I think I'm entitled to say: "you jammy cu...(self-snipped)
(Hangs head)
Well, look at it this way: no sooner had I discovered the money than I'd decided the way to spend it. Plus ça change, plus c'est le easy come, easy go.
It was spent on me! That lovely cheque almost covered the cost of the soon-to-be-my new laptop:-)
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