Fuckers...

When I got home last night after a night out on the town I was just walking up to the house when my phone rings. I thought it was my mate Craig but it was someone calling to say they had found his phone and was calling the last numbers in the call history.
I turned round and ran all the way back into town to meet the girl who had found it. This morning when getting my bits together I realised I didn't have my wallet. Bugger. It must have fallen out of my pocket when running into town. Verity and I then set about retracing my steps and it wasn't long before verity found something, my singed debit card in a bush. A couple of steps further bits of bus tickets, a payslip and then very small ash fragments of what used to be my wallet. Fuckers... I wonder if they were thick enough to burn the cash?