I just had one of the worst half hours of my life, I've been thinking all morning I'd like to visit someone and I finally made the decision who I would see, I reached into the back of a drawer at work where I leave my punting phone to realise it wasn't there, then it dawned on me, I left it in my jacket pocket as I was using it earlier in the week, then it really dawned on me, I had asked herself to get the jacket cleaned just this morning.
She gets home around 3 everyday so what a rush and panic to get home before her and remove it and all the way I was praying she hadn't already checked the pockets.
I'm not well for it, honestly, I think it'll be days again I get over it...