Yesterday I wrote this    Memories like the corners of my mind (rambling)

All I can say is, I stripped the kitchen cupboards last night ..sighing, moaning and groaning all the way, trying to locate my very well hidden jewellery.

Mr. S cautiously popped his head round the corner, enquiring why all the noise (not the doors banging  – but me).

Nothing.    😦

This morning I chanted (well asked once actually) to the magical universe and also went with the suggestion that it will be in the last place you looked. Thank you for all who tried to help this gooey brain of mine.

BUT – dear readers all is well with the world.


Whether it was the chant or me saying to hell with it – let’s just look in the last place. Now apart from the kitchen, the last place was the bedroom. I had gone through every drawer, but only skimmed one of them my P.J drawer…and wouldn’t you know it readers guess what I found tucked way behind in the corner in a little bag, a frog.
No I’m kidding. I am so relieved! Not only was there the necklace mum had brought me, but 3 bracelets, one ankle bracelet, one white gold necklace, 4 pairs of earrings and my diamond ring. So I had actually hidden quite a bit more than what I thought!  (Yes, I know I love exclamation marks!!)
So everyone – please I am sorry that I put you through a night of no sleep, that you walked the floors of your house trying to give me more clues and that you couldn’t eat your breakfasts or dinners because you were so stressed for me.
Of course I asked Mr. S where to ‘hide’ them again so I wouldn’t forget…he just groaned.


Memories like the corners of my mind (rambling)

So here’s the thing.  As we grow old mature (nope grow old), our little brains can’t seem to hold on to the information that we have stored, slotted inside those gooey pinkish-beige coloured bits inside our skulls.

I know mum is struggling now, but this isn’t about her, it’s about me. I am one of these people that hides things in  safe hiding know what’s coming next don’t you dear readers, hell yes, when I want to retrieve said items from their cosy tucked away, no one will find me spot… I have forgotten where that spot is.

This afternoon as I was bored out of my little pinkish-grey area, I decided to try and find said spot. I went through 10 different drawers in the bedroom. I grabbed the foot stool from the kitchen and went up high in the shelving at the top of my wardrobe.  My god the rubbish I have up there! Hats that I will no longer wear, 2 old dolls from when I was little, my wedding dress  this one (Life does change)  bags. I grabbed all the boxes from under the bed and nothing. I scoured through every hand bag I own (the ones that weren’t on the top of the wardrobe), every shoe box, every plastic bag (obviously stashed because I couldn’t be bothered putting in the bin at the time). Hells bells,  I even checked the freezer and the cupboards in the kitchen.

I am at a loss dear readers and it’s frustrating, annoying and miffing, (instead of miffing insert copious rude words) the daylights out of me.

I have even tried (and I am sure you all have done this) standing in one spot and concentrating really hard to put myself back in that place (you know time machine stuff) in order to extract this information, but no it’s not working.  I emailed Mr. S at work and he came back with “Is this the lot you lost some time back or another lot”? … hmmm grizzle grizzle. Then he came back “Perhaps hire a metal detector”?

Actually not a bad idea, as dear readers my little items that I’ve so perfectly hidden is jewellry. Yes,  you heard it here first, smart alec me thought I would be clever in case we were ever robbed and thought I know I’ll put these …… in the…… (see I thought by typing that it would trigger something…but I got nuttin’).  I have a necklace that mum bought me and a diamond ring that I bought and god knows what other golden trinkets I have so masterfully hidden from any would be robbers, but also myself 😦

Apart from turning the whole house upside down, I really don’t know what to do. If you could have witnessed my ‘tanty’ earlier you would have either laughed, or rung for assistance.

The only positive is that I have tidied up the drawers and wardrobe and under the bed, the freezer and kitchen cupboards are fine.

I feel such a   images-3

and to top it all off we are supposed to be in Spring, it’s grey, cold and raining outside…. got to love Melbourne (only adds to the drama of the post, really inconsequential)

So what have you lost, if anything, were you able to find it again… got any clues to restore this pink-greyish coloured brain of mine (in a hurry)?







So what do you think? Here are my questions and answers.

is it just me – when you see someone walking a dog you get warm & fuzzy & smile

is it just me – when you see a parent with their child attached to a harness whilst out shopping you can’t help but pull a face

is it just me – when you see someone walk into the supermarket dressed in their P.J bottoms & wonder if they were too lazy to wear the whole ensemble?

is it just me – when you look at cocktail umbrellas & wonder what are they really for?

is it just me – when you never want to complain about your meal in a Restaurant for fear of what the Chef may do to it?

is it just me – or have you purchased something way too expensive & then had buyer’s remorse?

is it just me – or have you cried when a favourite TV show ended?

is it just me – or does it really frustrate you when someone puts the lid to tight on a drink in the fridge?

is it just me – or have you pressed the control on your remote over and over and over again even though you know the batteries are flat?

is it just me – or do you keep opening the fridge door in the off chance that something will miraculously appear that wasn’t there 2 minutes ago?

is it just me – or if your vacuum cleaner doesn’t pick up the bit you have mowed over 20 times that you pick it up see what it is only to put it back on the floor and try again?

is it just me – when you see a smallish spider you try and act brave and grab it with a tissue, yet your heart is racing at a million beats per minute?

is it just me – or when you eat really spicy hot food (Vindaloo – as an example) you get a runny nose?

is it just me – that as a female we are told you shouldn’t cross your legs all the time so you uncross for 20 seconds only to cross them again?

is it just me – even though you have eaten an ample quantity of food that you just can’t help having just another little bit?

is it just me – when the loo paper roll must have the paper coming from the top of the roll and not from underneath?

is it just me – when you know you have convinced yourself that you are fine, after way too many drinks only to have reality slap in you in the face when you hit the night air?

is it just me – or you feel really quite sick when you have bitten into a piece of fruit to find half a grub hole left?

is it just me – or have you realised how silly you must look fanning a branch above your head so birds in season don’t swoop to peck you on the head?

and the piece de resistance

is it just me – when you remember to get something & when you get to the spot where it is you have forgotten what it was you wanted?

is it just me – or perhaps it’s you too?