It's happened to me before.

Once I was in Madrid, feeling relaxed and good about myself - and I lost my passport.

This morning I reported here that the nasty negative voices in my head had at last gone very quiet, and I felt pretty good.

This afternoon I discovered about £180 had gone missing from my back pocket.  It was a stupid place to keep it - but where is a man to carry banknotes when not wearing a jacket to store a wallet?  (especially when he dumped his manbag last year).

Well, I think it was in my pocket.  I have searched dozens of articles of clothing, gently questioned the staff in my favourite cafe...

No joy so far.  But no tantrums either, or siren nasty voices,  I still feel the money might appear.

Hmm.  I'm still saying that about the mobile phone I lost 3 months ago.

Peace and love, eh?