Where's my stuff...?

[flick]

In the last couple of weeks, I've realised that I can't lay my hands on both my box of (craft-type, rather than postage) stamps, which admittedly I haven't had reason to look for since Mike and I swapped desks at least a year ago, and my stack of winter tops, which I'm sure I carefully put somewhere in the wardrobe a few months ago. Sigh. It's a very long blonde moment, apparently.

(I did find my rivet placing device, mysteriously in Mike's stationery drawer rather than in with my craft stuff. Not all bad, I suppose.)