But then, you didn't know I'd lost it in the first place.
My First Direct bank card. The one that lets me use holes in the wall.
Yesterday it was right here, just to the left of my laptop. Then it wasn.'t Grrrr. Home alone - no one else to blame. SuperGrrrr. I search all the obvius places - returning the card to my wallet would have been the sensible thing to do. But not there. MegaGrrrr. Overnight dreams didn't reveal where my unconcious put it. Hyperg...
Then, just now, without thinking, I put my hand into the pocket of a briefcase I had already checked visually 5 times - and blam! There it is.
I could have told you blogs had been lieing on the briefcase all the while, but that wouldn't be true.
To be honest, it feels a bit of an anticlimax. I don't need to use if for the moment. Still. the retrieval has deep symbolic sigificance, possibly.
