Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Tuesday, 12 June 2018
The new wallet
A few months ago, I mentioned that I feared that have asked for my birthday presents suited for an old man. Among them, a wallet. Well, my wife did not buy me a new shaving kit, but she did buy me a new wallet. As my old one had fallen apart, I have started using the new one this week. And what a difference does a new wallet make in one's pocket. I cannot explain why. Maybe it is the real leather it is made of (I am counting my blessings: my wife being vegetarian she rarely buys anything with leather in it, for me or her), maybe it is because it's a rather upmarket brand, or maybe it is because it is really, really ergonomic with the perfect amount of pockets, the perfect shape, the perfect everything... But it's a great wallet. I know people only see it when I take it off, but it is like its elegance shines on me. I don't know if it is an old man's attitude, and I am not much of a consumer, but I really love my new wallet.