Last night was my final shift at work (at a pub) so was a little drunk.
Upon leaving, I carelessly didn't roll up a trouserleg, and have badly screwed my ankle and ripped a pair of jeans.
I didn't care, and still got to ginglik (bar) with several attractive colleagues, only to find that I had lost my paycheque - which comes as cash - and had to retrace my steps looking for it.
I am £160 down, can't pay my rent tomorrow, and can't go MTBing today as my ankle clicks in every direction.
Last night was my final shift at work (at a pub) so was a little drunk.
Upon leaving, I carelessly didn't roll up a trouserleg, and have badly screwed my ankle and ripped a pair of jeans.
I didn't care, and still got to ginglik (bar) with several attractive colleagues, only to find that I had lost my paycheque - which comes as cash - and had to retrace my steps looking for it.
I am £160 down, can't pay my rent tomorrow, and can't go MTBing today as my ankle clicks in every direction.