Lost

No. Not that TV series most of us have grown very tired of...

The lost item in question is actually my mobile phone. The mobile phone Katy bought me for Christmas. The one I last used on our weekend in Hanna's Close.

I'm not one of those people constantly hanging on a moby. I forget about it for days, even weeks on end and consequently people rarely ring me on it. F'rinstance...I've been working for CD for over a year now and he doesn't even have my number.

It's quite a few days now since I realised I hadn't had my phone since Hanna's Close. It was overdue a charging session so I hunted the house high and low with no luck. Sadly I came to the conclusion I must have left it in County Down. Then at the weekend it occurred to me that I hadn't seen my camera battery charger for ages. Looked about a bit with no success. Realised it hadn't been around since Hanna's Close either. Fired off an email to The Man at Hanna's Close asking him if he'd come across the phone. It took him a few days to get back but today he wrote to say there was no sign of a phone at the cottage. I renewed my efforts starting with my shambles of a bedroom. No phone and no charger. I looked again into all the drawers and cupboards I'd searched before with no success. I delved into every shopper and handbag, every pocket and under every seat in the car. Nothing.

Then, just ten minutes ago, I lifted one cushion on the sofa in this very room and found the charger. And just beside it the phone. One cushion. One cushion I could have lifted four days ago.