davidgillon | Losing things is clearly contagious...

My sister rang earlier: "Do you know if my passport is at Mam's house? I had it when we went to the bank before Christmas. Did you have the papers from that?" (Why we needed to go to the bank is a story in its own right, involving at least five separate errors on their part)

Me: "Don't think I saw it at Mam's. What papers I had from that are in the next room, hang on a minute and I'll check."

Me again: "No, not there."

Her: "It's okay, I've literally just found it."

Me: "Good, though now I'm wondering where mine is, because I thought it was with those papers."

Her: "David!" (You know the tone!)

Fortunately I found it relatively quickly. It was where it's supposed to be in my desk, I just didn't expect it to be there yet, given I'd been using it. But the prospect of something being missing after all the throwing out we did in the last fortnight is slightly terrifying!