The reason I didn't blog yesterday
and why I was mending glass bead necklaces on Saturday,
is because I was turning the house upside down
and inside out looking for this:
the only piece of real jewellery I possess;
the piece of jewellery that replaced
the few nice inherited things that got stolen in two
swiftly consecutive burglaries twenty five years ago.
I didn't find it or its box or its little suede sack.
And then we couldn't find the Sat Nav.
So we turned the house and car upside down again.
And we haven't found that either.
We live in a fairly orderly house.
There aren't many places to look
but naturally my fevered imagination
has had me disposing of both items
in more and more ludicrous ways,
to explain the utter bafflement
of not being able to lay my hands on either object
in its usual long established home.
So now I have started to look askance at the various people
who have been at liberty to wander around the house
without being scrutinised every minute of every day.
And of course that gets me nowhere either.
* Go here for a much happier story that puts things in perspective.