I had a bit of a crap attack this morning. I drove dad 40 miles to Oxford and left him there for a business meeting. Mum's bringing him back this evening because she works there. I got home, put my hand in my pocket and realised dad had taken my door keys. Bugger. I couldn't call him because his phone was switched off. So I called mum who said I could go get her's. I sat down in the car to drive back there and I was about to click my seatbelt in when I saw the keys in the centre pocket. Phew.
I checked my bank account because it's payday. I've been waiting for payments and credits to sort themselves out, with available amount being different to displayed amount. It turns out I have £70 more than I was expecting.
