I've bought myself a new handbag. This time it's quite small as all that rummaging is making me feel as well as look like a scatty old woman.
I've been decluttering btw. After all this talk of missing things. Several long forgotten things turned up.
Your passport story reminded me of the good old days, pre 9.11, pre child abduction scares, when reaching the Channel, about to board a ferry, DS has left his passport at the last campsite 100s of miles away.
That's OK. he looks like the others, they said, so just take him.
Ah dear - why does getting older equate to diminished brain power?




