Losing It

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.