So I still can't find the bloody passport. Which in itself makes me cross, but which also makes me curse all burglars, because it is a result of having been burgled twice that I 'hide' things in 'safe places' before I leave the house, and then (yes you've guessed it) find that I cannot remember where I have hidden them.
How wonderful it would be to have the cavalier positive attitude that my mister has, evidenced by him leaving doors open/unlocked, important papers spread around, and his computer switched on and left on his personal details/bank page. His cry of 'oh for heavens sake, I'm only going around the corner, and who would be interested in our ------- insert dates of birth or bank passwords or personal info---------anyway?' makes me twitchy. Admittedly I am overly cautious about everything. All through my life I have been the good girl, the bowing to authority girl, the do it the right way girl and quite frankly at this late stage in the game I wish I could change...but no hope there. I always lock the back door, even when I am in the house all day..it is a habit now and one that drives the mister mad. In one of my favourite films, The Unsinkable Molly Brown, there is a scene where Molly (Debbie Reynolds) has a stash of money that she needs to hide from robbers, so she goes around her little shack trying to think like a robber before she stashes the cash away. Yet I don't have a stash of cash to hide from some lowlife robber, usually just a little bit of dosh or a sentimental piece of jewellery or a passport!
Once hidden away I used to step back and think 'aha...they won't find that' but now neither can I. Having exhausted the usual places, no joy at all there, I am beginning to think I am going mad and will have to take each room apart bit by bit looking for a passport that she swears is not in her room back at Uni.,....what d'ya reckon?.
Please tell me I am not the only person who checks windows and doors and doesn't leave post lying around? Who switches things off? Not the only person who wears a handbag across my body and holds it in a vice like grip, for fear of it being snatched, when I am out. Who never uses cashpoints for fear of them being tampered with? who doesn't buy online, who is horrified that my ma (who is blind) just signs a withdrawal form and asks 'the nice cashier at the bank' to fill in the amount for her?.
Having reflected on how I am never barefoot (always need to consider being outside and needing to run) and how I take my hand bag to bed with me every night, and how I constantly check my pockets for the holy trinity of 'keys/phone/loose change' including checking that there is a hankie up my sleeve, and the fact that I keep all paperwork (payslips from 1979 anybody?) I do acknowledge that I have an anxiety /ocd issue (or I am just bloody crackers according to my mister) and so I know I should lighten up and trust a bit more. I know I should, and I wish I could, truly I do. I will make a start on that once I have found this darn passport......................