Just When We Thought It Couldn't Get Any Worse

Trashed luggage, a race to find and buy a car, open a bank account, transfer money, get ourselves to Barry’s Bay, set up a home and get ready for work. It was going to be busy and we didn’t need any hiccups. We had a hiccup.

My wallet was missing. I discovered on Saturday evening that it was gone so we searched the house, clothing I’d worn and any cars that I’d been in. Then we searched again. When it was evident that it was indeed missing and not on the premises we started thinking about all the possibilities. The next day we searched again and retraced our steps through Toronto. The car yards proved fruitless and the library was closed on Sunday. I’d concluded that I may have inadvertently knocked the wallet off the table while it was in the library and hoped it would be there when the library reopened. The sign on the door assured me that the holiday schedule would have the library open on Monday before closing for the Tuesday public holiday and opening again on the Wednesday. The librarians must have decided that enough good will and holiday spirit had been spent and that they needed an extra long rest and they didn’t open on Monday!

I contacted the police and reported the wallet missing and also the credit card company to put a temporary stop on the card as I’d hoped to be reunited with my wallet early Wednesday morning.