PANIC OVER

[kingandy]

So at about 2pm this afternoon I was revelling in the fact that I only have one more day at work until my 2 weeks off (which by pure chance takes me past the delivery date - team leader is not ecstatic about this but has taken it in stride. I think he is operating under a general air of pessimism now, under which nothing can't seem very terrible because it's all just so depressing. Anyway he can't do much about it since I booked it months ago). Then it occurred to me that I would only be spending one more night at home (tonight) before Leeds Festival, so I would have to pack.

Then it struck me that I did not have a clear idea of where my Leeds ticket was.

One of the irritating things about living in two houses is that I can never be certain which house something is in. I have a good general idea, but when it's something specific and important I get a little hazy. When I went down to the wedding I was convinced my smart shoes were in the bag of shoes I took to Stretford; this was wrong, and would have been stupid as that bag was filled with muddy LARP shoes, so I had to go to the wedding in trainers.

Naturally, I was filled with fear of this happening again.

A brief search around my room here, in likely places like the random pile next to my bed and upon my desk, turn up negative, and there's not that many places something like that could reasonably be in my room. Of course there's plenty of places it could unreasonably be, being almost entirely flat and capable of sliding into any number of places. So I checked other places in the house it could be - living room, hall table, dining room - places I could conceivably have thoughtlessly cast it aside with the full and honest intention of putting it somewhere safe moments later, only to forget upon noticing a shiny object or something. During this period I developed a very clear image of it lying next to my bed in Manchester, which seemed plausible - perhaps I had taken it there to prevent just such a predictable loss. My central problem with finding things is that I not only have no recollection of where something is, but also that I have no idea what thought processes the Andy of two weeks ago would have gone through to hide it. He, after all, was trying to keep it safe for two weeks, while I was desperately trying to have it to hand. And of course, Past Andy would have been thinking with Future Andy in mind, trying to put it somewhere he would easily find it. If he was thinking at all. He may have been distracted by something shiny. Stupid past self.

(On a side note, I once recall leaving my workplace on Friday with something important to do on Monday, and leaving a message directed to "Monday Andy". On Monday I was quite amused at my past self's quirky sense of humour. Ho ho!)

Yeah, so, eventually, after a call to bacony to get her to check by my bed, with no joy, I went back to searching my room. It was not in any place that I looked. However when closing a drawer that I had looked in, I espied an envelope between the drawer front and the pile of games and T-shirts I had dislodged to open the drawer. There it was! I had indeed placed it somewhere I thought was safe, but it had fallen down from that place into somewhere not at all safe.

SUMMARY: NOTHING HAPPENED
EVERYTHING IS WELL
STAY IN YOUR HOMES

Comments

[redhillian.livejournal.com]

I remember Ben Elton doing an entire 45 minute routine on going out to get package from the doorstep naked, and not getting locked out. :)

I like weekend Andy.

[kingandy]

You like all Andy!

[redhillian.livejournal.com]

Everybody loves Andy.

Of course, I forsee ephrael musing on the dilema between "Everybody loving Andy" and "Everyone loves Magical Trevor, 'cos the tricks that he does are ever so clever..."

[kmazzy.livejournal.com]

i know i certainly love Magical Trevor.