Normally the landlord calls in between 10 & 11 am once a month for the rent.
On this particular rent day I was short €50 and needed to get to an ATM.
Out walking the dog at 8am I felt rushed by my gut to get to the ATM straight away. I considered dropping the dog home first and then calling into the 24hr shop to withdraw cash, but my gut insisted I take the dog under my arm and go straight away, which I did.
Surprisingly, the landlord called in at 8:40am to collect. That was the earliest ever.
How does my gut know these things?
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