oh deary me !!
We were rushing to pack the motorhome for our six days stint at the Malvern Spring Gardening Show - not just such things as clothes, bedding, food and water (including baking a cake and bread) , but notebooks, cameras, tripods, laptops, printer, photographic paper, generator, mobile phone and charger, etc. It's always manic; everything has to be checked off or we find we are missing some vital lead or connector without which 'the system' will not work.
It happened just over a month ago, Wednesday 6th May. I also had to fix meetings, make phone calls between the packing. At 9.50am I put my hand in my pocket - no phone. Had I packed it already? Unlikely. Where in my rushing around had I put it down, for it accompanies me everywhere. I had made a call at 9.10; what had I done with it in those intervening 40 minutes? First I searched the house, my mind a complete blank. I checked the greenhouse. I remembered rushing outside to say hello to a friend who was passing the house with her new baby; had I dropped it on the pavement?
Then we started phoning the mobile number from the house phone, Raymond sat dialling continuously, thus delaying our going-away preparations, whilst I went to every part of this three-storey house, and all areas of the garden. No joy. We tried again in the evening to see if the pulsing light glowed anywhere, indicating an incoming call. We were due to leave next morning, and that phone is vital when I'm away; indeed its the one I use all the time as it has all my numbers stored in it and the house phone is inaccessible from the garden or much of indoors.
Next morning, after a somewhat fitful night wondering what had happened in those 40 minutes, I dash the twenty mile round trip into town to the 'Orange' shop. They could sell me another phone but not right there and then as they were stocktaking! Frustration. I drive home past our daughter's farm and borrow our son-in-law's mobile for the time we are to be away. End of story, or so I thought. Until yesterday, when I walked down the garden to pick salad for lunch and see on the grass the missing phone's outer trim lying on the grass. I had lost the wretched thing over a month ago and here suddenly was a part of it, staring me in the face. And then I noticed a bit of circuit board, and another, and other bits, lying in the area my husband had scythed to clear ground for a new bit of veg garden. Not only had he scythed it, he had mowed it with the mulch-mower. That was between Malvern and the Llangollen Gardening Show from which we have just returned.
How the phone had fallen into the dense undergrowth I will never know, nor what I had been doing in the missing moments when I should have been packing. I have a new mobile, now, and have become paranoid about losing it. The onset of dementia maybe; I put the teapot in the fridge the other day!