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So I got my stuff together to go to the gym for a workout this morning. Remembered that my mobile was in the charger, so I went to get it, and then I walked out. After a couple of hundred meters I realized that it wasn't in the pocket where it's supposed to be, attached by a retractable string to the trousers because I keep losing it. I'm on my fourth phone now, because i keep losing the old one. Once it fell out of the pocket in a taxi in Bangkok. Another time it fell out of the pocket on a bus here in Taipei. And once I put it on the top of the car and drove off. Duh. And a couple of weeks ago, I lost my box of credit cards, ATM cards, membership cards, social insurance card, the whole lot. Now I have a wallet in the other pocket also attached to my trousers.

Anyway, I went back home to get the phone, because I had probably placed it next to the bag to do something else and then forgot to bring it. I do that all the time also. Once I prepared a lunch box, put it in a bag, placed it on the table and walked off. Without the lunch box, I realized when it was time to eat. When I take out the garbage when I go somewhere, the same thing happens. I get the bag out of the bin, tie it up, place it on the floor next to the door and it's still sitting there when I or Lady D get home.

But this time I couldn't find the phone. I looked through the study, the living room, checked my pockets again. Three times. Nothing. Checked the side pocket of the bag. Nothing. Pissed off by now, I opened the bag, and there it was, next to my gym shoes, under the shorts. Who the hell put it there!?