We have seen the New Year in with friends, and its the fag end of the Jules Holland music extravaganza. I wander out of the sitting room to pop up stairs and on route check my jacket pocket to see if my wallet is still there. Instinct. It will be, it has to be as I have not been anywhere. Except that it isn't. Slightly concerned, just slightly, I go upstairs and check in the study. Its not on my desk. Nor is it in the bedroom, or in the pockets of the jeans that I discarded earlier in the evening. I recheck the usual places. Nothing.
To cut a long and tedious search short, my wallet has done a disappearing act. Somehow I have managed to lose it. My memory starts playing little tricks with me. When did I last see it? Well I remember having it to play the contribution at Arbor Low, and I am pretty confident that I had it when we got home.
Several phone calls later to cancel the cards I get wearily into bed and feel foolish. Great start to 2008.