Weekend was awesome. Vern has the breakdown of Saturday here - he pretty much mentions everything except the fact that I have perfected singing to James Blunt in the style of Nikki from Big Brother ("I'm SOOO COOOOOOOOOOOOLD! GOODBYYYYYYE MYYYY LOVERRRRRR!") but I actually think that perhaps he chose to leave that out on purpose. Hey, I was proud. Also, drunk.
Which may explain the consequential purse loss. I have actually pegged losing my purse so well now; I've lost 3 purses in a year and a half since arriving in the UK. London hobos are so very grateful for the little gifts I leave them at concert venues and on buses; lovely purses that cost increasingly more each time, each with about a tenner in and my bank cards.
So at least I had the excuse to go purse shopping, but having to take my passport to the bank to draw any money at all (on payday!!! so unimpressed with this!!!) kind of took the shine off the purse hunt. The good thing is that I've now learned to deal with losing my purse without turning into a drunk boyfriend-blaming banshee - when I discovered the purse was gone I had about 2 minutes of freak out; Ian's face was a picture as he expected the meltdown to happen... but I just called Sentinal, cancelled my cards, and reminded myself that it could have been my phone with all my numbers in.
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