Went to the cash machine the other day, the damn contaption would not give me any money, tried the supermarket next door and that one would not pay out either. Next stop, the booze shop to drown my sorrows, card was not accepted, rang the card office, they said my card was OK but there was something wrong with the retailer's terminal, this was the point at which I gave up and went home. Still more to come, I could not find the key to my electricty meter, balls.

The next day I tried to get in touch with the bank, after half an hour listening to Beathoven's ninth and being told I was in a queue, I gave up. Went home and found a letter from the bank's criminal investigations department. Someone had gotten hold of my details, but this had been spotted in time and no money was lifted from my account. And then, I found my electricity key, it was in my spectacle case, well, where else would you expect an electricity key to be. The moral of this tale? all's well that ends well, make a good title for a play that, don't you think?