#86. Cut the lines and shut the door. Reject me!

Arrrg. I'm going mad. I'm completely skint and can't go out. Ok, it's only been one night, but I can feel the cabin fever sinking its teeth into my pint hand. What's more, I've no credit on my phone, so I feel entirely cut off.

Oh well, at least there's some glowing green light at the end of the tunnel, as I'm due some cash next week. I might just get a loan until then.

And despite of all this, I just gave all my old loose change to charity. It was a couple of pints worth, but would have involved going to the bank and hanging around while someone counted it. I'm too proud for that. Or something.