I may be tired.
This morning getting dressed for work, I could not remember how to open my favourite perfume. The one I wear every day. I picked up the bottle and turned it around in my hands and stared at it, and I could not remember how to open it.
This lasted a good few seconds.
What's more, I still didn't remember. In the end I gave the lid an experimental twist and it lifted off (ah yes - lift, not twist).
Last Friday our school had their annual Fun Fair, and because Y and I were both working, a friend very kindly took our girls home with her child after school and then took them all to the fair. At her house, M borrowed some clothes from her friend V, and off they all went to the fair, where I met them in the evening.
On Saturday I washed the clothes and hung them out to dry. They were a pair of white leggings and a cobalt blue dress.
On Tuesday the girls have Greek school with V, and it's also my day off work, so I planned to return the dress and leggings, all nicely washed and dry, that afternoon.
So on Sunday I put the leggings in a plastic bag and then looked for the dress.
I couldn't find the dress. It wasn't on the line. It wasn't in the baskets of clothes waiting to be folded and put away.
I checked again. It HAD to be on the line - I remembered hanging it there. Didn't I?
Maybe I hadn't washed it. I checked in the laundry basket. No dress.
Maybe I had put it in M's room. I checked. No dress.
I had done a heap of washing on Saturday. Maybe Y brought it in with one of the loads, and put it somewhere weird? I checked everywhere - no dress.
This went on throughout Sunday, and Monday night after work.
On Tuesday I returned the leggings to V, and told her the dress was coming as soon as I found it.
I looked everywhere. I went out to the line maybe six times to double check.
Then I had a good night's sleep.
On Wednesday morning I went to the clothes line to take in some school clothes.
And I saw this.