I went to pull money from my bank account today. I couldn't find my bank card - it wasn't in my wallet, wasn't in my pockets; I turned my laptop bag inside out - nothing.

Okay, maybe I left it at the bank when I deposited a cheque yesterday. So I wandered over to the branch in question when it opened and asked. Not in any of the drawers that were open; there was another one due to open shortly after I asked, so I asked to withdraw the money I needed in the meantime.

Much faffing around ensued, including getting my signature on file (why it wasn't done in January, I don't know); in the meantime, the other drawer opened, and the teller went to check there. For some reason - I don't know why - I stuck my hand in my pants and found - you guessed it - my bank card.

It was in a pocket of my wallet that I never - and I mean never - use.

I had to either laugh or cry...