Taking stock

I bought a nifty little wallet cos my current one was worn out.
I hardly use cash or even a card these days so it seemed pointless getting a voluminous one.
And it set me thinking that I’ve probably only owned half a dozen wallets.
The first I think I inherited from my dad.
The there was one embossed with animals that my mum bought back from Sardinia and that I cut up to repair a hole in a bike tyre whilst cycling France.
Then a nice one I found in a hedge that some scrote must have emptied after nicking it.
The one I just replaced was a freebie from B who found it in a charity shop.