Cashless (and cardless)

On arriving at a meeting, I discovered I had no cash. With a client who provides endless cups of green tea and a hearty lunch, it was fine, but I felt surprisingly liberated.

Perhaps it was the realisation that I couldn't be tempted to buy anything and luckily I had a tank full of petrol. Made me feel good, rather than cross that I'd forgotten my purse.

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