Here I was, all ready to tell you about the shenanigans over the past few days and suddenly it all pales into insignificance.
My Dad stalked by a deer? Pah!
My new dive computer and diving for the first time with my own kit? Who cares?!
Finally finding out about the payrise to go with the job? Whatever!
No, what has really got my blood boiling is receiving a call today from my credit card company and discovering that some thieving little bastard has attempted to use my card, this very morning, to book a £1,146 holiday through Expedia.
Not only that, but the little sh*thead has, over the past couple of days, used it to pay for travel around London. The thieving little f*cker.
I swear if I ever catch up with him, I'll kneecap the bastard!
Over the past two weeks, I have only used my card twice: once for my car's tax disc and once for the quarry where Pygmie and I go diving. Whilst I have used the card to do both of these before, this is the first time I have left my card behind the counter at the dive place as a deposit, because I didn't have enough cash on me.
Whilst I don't want to point fingers, this stands out as the most obvious danger. Of course, it could be a red herring.
Unfortunately, this now really screws me up for buying further dive kit and for buying presents for people ... and my car insurance is due next month, too ... all of which goes on the card as the transactions are done over the net.
Thanks, pal. I hope you lose the use of your hands.