Have you ever noticed how things just disappear?
The money in my purse, for example, seems to disappear the fastest, but the chips on my plate usually come in a close second.
But something dear to me disappeared this week.
Due to a hectic schedule of work, social engagements and a very necessary trip to the beauticians, I asked my daughter for a favour.
The catch on a necklace, given to me by a friend I have known since I was little, had snapped unexpectedly.
My daughter Emma had called round to give me a lift to a night out and noticed the poor thing on my mantlepiece.
“Aw,” she sighed, “Is this the one Nancy gave you?”
“Yes,” I replied. “Actually, Emma, if you’re up the town tomorrow, could you call in somewhere and get it mended for me?”
“No problem,” she said, putting it in her bag.
Now, I’m not for one minute suggesting that my first born child has robbed me (I’m not, Emma), but lo and behold, now it’s lost.
“Erm, Mum,” Emma said on the phone a few days later.
“Em, can you check your mantlepiece or down the back of the sofa for that necklace, I can’t find it anywhere.”
“What?” I asked.
“Well, I was just thinking, maybe I didn’t put it in my bag, or was it my jeans pocket, but anyway, I don’t have it.”
“Anyway, you don’t have it?” I repeated, and then, just like my beloved necklace, I snapped.
I yelled, quite a bit actually.
I just sometimes get the feeling that my children are just careless when it comes to my things.
This is not the first time this has happened, and I don’t mean to be a complete bore, but honestly, sometimes it’s better just to do things yourself.
Anyway, I was dreading telling Nancy, but she said she understood.
Now, I’ve rattled off a few prayers to St Jude, the patron saint of lost causes, but if anyone sees a pretty Cupid’s arrow necklace, please drop it in - personally - to The Falkirk Herald office.