Forget Me Not!
So there I was, sitting in the courtyard of a lovely little restaurant, enjoying the late summer sun, and the last mouthful of heavenly Chardonnay, when I heard my husband calling my name from the counter, where he was paying the bill.
Something in his voice didn’t sound quite right so I went up to join him, and in a hushed but panicky voice he said,
“Darling, I can’t remember the pin number for my card”. Read more…

