A couple of weeks ago I unpacked after an extended trip to Hong Kong.

Some things got put away immediately. Some things sat around for a while. A few days ago I finally got motivated and found proper places for everything new I brought back.

Or so I thought.

One of the small purchases I returned with was a ziplock bag containing several packs of lozenges that I quite like and cannot find in Thailand.

So I put them somewhere safe because they were one of those things that had taken a bit of effort to acquire.

You can already see where this is going.

The problem is that I am usually pretty organised with this sort of thing. I do not have lots of storage for small items in my flat. There are only about three places where things like that would realistically end up. I do not have endless drawers, closets, storage containers, or mysterious black holes where objects disappear for decades.

So when I went looking for the lozenges earlier today and could not find them, things started getting serious.

At that point it was no longer about the lozenges.

It became a question of memory.

Had I really forgotten that quickly where I put them?

Had I accidentally thrown them away?

Or had they somehow entered a parallel dimension occupied entirely by missing toenail clippers, emergency condoms, lip balm jars, and single house keys?

After checking all the obvious places, thrice, I even started checking the impossible places.

Cupboards.

Shelves.

Travel bags.

Places I knew with absolute certainty that I had not put them.

Two hours later I was standing on chairs with a flashlight conducting what can only be described as a forensic investigation.

Nothing.

This is the point where the real concern starts.

Because once you accept that something can completely disappear inside your own abode, you begin wondering what happens next time when it is something far more important than a bag of lozenges.

Anyway, I know nobody is going to believe this.

After over two hours of searching I was mentally exhausted and decided it was a good time to have a little puff and calm down.

Within about five minutes I was standing there staring into space when suddenly my brain rebooted.

I remembered exactly where I had put them.

Not approximately.

Not vaguely.

Exactly.

I walked straight to the location, an old little floor cabinet behind a piece of furniture that I use to keep a few things that I do not like to leave out in the open.

And there they were.

So apparently the lesson here is that my memory is either failing completely or occasionally requires herbal technical support.

Getting older really does require a sense of humour. And not just sometimes.

Edited 1 hour ago1 hr by Alpha84

28 minutes ago, Alpha84 said:

So when I went looking for the lozenges earlier today and could not find them, things started getting serious.

This is what happens when I get home drunk, the next morning I can't remember where I've put things.

Sometimes you are thinking of other things, it happens sometimes, if it happened every day, yes worry