I don't loose stuff.
It's not worth the hassle. I get far to anxious if I don't know where things are. Unfortunately I know that my cash card is in the back pocket of my black cords on the floor of the bedroom on my side of the bed. Realised that just as I was pulling into the petrol station this morning. Drove to work on fumes and a prayer and am hoping there's enough to get home. Then meeting Dave and his Mum and zooming off for a night of watching the Who in the Cold.
Neighbours was bizarre last night. Dr Who tomorrow...die Martha Jones Die!
2 hours 10 mins to home time!!