Something happened yesterday afternoon which quite shook me up. I had just popped to the shop round the corner when I passed a guy. He asked me if I had a pound to spare. I don’t like saying ‘no’ to beggars; I come from a rather privileged background, so I feel sort of duty-bound to try to help. So I got out my wallet and tried to open the zip, but it stuck. I tried a few times. Then the guy offered to help. Idiot that I am, I handed the guy the wallet; the guy opened it and proceeded to take a pound, trying to palm a tenner as he went. I saw him, made him put it back, and ran home as swiftly a possible.

I told Dan what happened. He pointed out that I was lucky to still have my wallet, but he went out to talk to the guy. I was a bit taken aback and shaken up, not least at my own stupidity. I think it’s a lesson not to be so trusting.