Dec 01 2008
I closed my laptop and put it in my bag.
I put my scarf on and zipped up my jacket.
I took my wallet out of my pocket to get my train ticket.
I got up off my chair and walked to the door of the DART. It was just pulling in to Pearse Station.
I put my hand down to my pocket and couldn’t feel my wallet. I took a deep breath and went back to my seat. It wasn’t there.
I was beginning to worry slightly. The train came to a halt. I frantically looked under the seat and around the carriage. I knew I didn’t leave it at home, as I used it to pay for my newspaper in the shop in Greystones.
I hopped off the carriage just as the doors were closing. Panicked, I thought I must have left it in the shop.
Then I realised I was holding my wallet in my right hand.