Another blow dealt for my accounting skills.
Yes, I'm missing money again. 10 pence this time. Not terribly interesting or important, I'll grant you, but bloody annoying for me nonetheless.
How is this even possible? I just don't get it.
I've come to the conclusion that there's a rift in the space-time continuum somewhere inside my jacket. Either that or a lesser-known portal to Narnia.
I'm just really hoping that it's in one of the pockets that I don't tend to put my hands in.
And that random children don't suddenly erupt from it one day and startle me.
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