(The conclusion of the whole sorry tale. You can find part I here and part II here) At 1.30 I head back to the bank. Again. I’m beginning to feel like it’s an unhappy second home. As I reach the … Continue reading →

(To remind yourself of part I of the story, go here) I wake up early on Monday morning. Despite Sarah’s calming influence yesterday, I’m feeling twitchy. What if the card isn’t in the machine after all? Or what if I … Continue reading →