So I'm chatting to Jan on the phone about bits and pieces, following up on some texts that she had sent me (she's in hospital at the moment) when I realised that I needed to look at something she had written.
I started to look everywhere and getting more and more frustrated that I couldn't find the bloody thing, I gave up. I'll find it later I thought.
It suddenly dawned on me that I was holding the bloody phone to my sodding ear. I know - getting old.
