I thought the washing sounded clunky. I thought, maybe I left something in the pocket of my jeans. Now ... where's the mobile phone?
"If we knew why we did stupid things when the consequences are so catastrophic, then we would know the answers to the Universe," Our Sunshine sagely said to me, in the kitchen, where I am scrabbling through the bits and pieces drawer, looking for a phone that may be okay a year after emptying a bottle of red into my handbag.
I go to the island tomorrow. Agghh!