MIA

I’m out of inspiration. I have hunted high. I have hunted low. But find it, I cannot. It is somewhere in this flat, without a shadow of doubt. I remember switching the alarm off and carrying it outside with me. I even heard it trill when I was unpacking in the bedroom. The bags are all empty, ready to be returned and stowed. The books and DVD’s are on display, the wardrobes full, the divan bounce tested. All that’s left is the blu tack attack. And the missing phone. I’ve just realised. Without the phone, I don’t even know what time it is. Well into the afternoon given the slating sun coming in through the windows. I wonder if there’s a phone booth nearby. Even if someone does visit, the answer phone isn’t working… hmmm. This is beginning to look dire. But I’m too tired to look again. I even inspected the kitchen for the offending vagrant. I smush and shake the pillows once again in the forlorn hope that it will materialise. It does not. I know not where else to look! It’s not like the house is full of mysterious nooks and crannies. I’ve only just unpacked! Perhaps a cup of tea to sooth my frazzled nerves. Oh. No electric kettle. Best put the microwave to test and hope it doesn’t explode. My only hope now is that someone calls me and steadfastly refuses to leave a message! Hello??? Anyone out there? Please?! I hope it didn’t get entangled in the laundry… urk. Nope. Not in there or in the rubbish bag(s). One of life’s unexplained mysteries. Mimi however, looks rather fetching in the Horn OK please photo frame.

Naturally, the phone is in the one place I was positive it wasn’t (and I did even give the covers a mighty wanking). A well spent pound (I lie - extortion!!! it wasn't even a 30 second call!!!) for a truncated message and on cue, Bebou to the rescue! I do wonder why I didn’t hear Vineet calling earlier… anyway. Equilibrium and limited Internet access is now restored, and I can munch my strawberries in peace. Don’t suppose it would be an overly bright idea to quaff one of the bottles of vino in search of a flower vase??? Aha! I have a plan for the pashmina and fan and apparently dinner too. Interesting. I’m sure other people have used a hangar in lieu of anywhere else to hang there belts, but as I unbuckle one that falls short of my hips and trade it for another, I wonder if they feel as though they’re saddling up. Or is it just me? Especially this double pronged one. I can almost hear the whinny! Apart from the residual debris on the floor and the potential wall adornment, I do believe I’m completely unpacked. Oddly missing some stuff, but tomorrow can just be devoted to artistic and culinary splendour.