Jaqui's Daily Blog

Lost and Found

My own personal Tooth Fairy tells me she can’t find two of the four root canals she was expecting to locate while exploring my tender tooth. It is, I can’t help thinking, the Story of My Life - I am always, but always, losing things.


Ever since I became a mother, all those many moons ago, I have developed excellent skills in finding things that other people have lost. I think it goes with the territory, somehow. All those school exercise books, trainers, dinner money, science overalls - as fast as My Foursome lost them, I had to find them. That or we would never have made it to the school gates.


These days it is Mr B’s lost possessions I am always charged with finding. Most often lost (probably at least twice a day) are the television remote controls which can generally be located in (i) Mr B’s shirt pocket; (ii) wedged down the sleeve of his jumper, having slipped out of his shirt pocket (see i above); or (iii) trapped down either the side or underneath his riser / recliner chair. I may not do much digging and delving in the garden but I am a past master at digging and delving into the depths of Mr B’s new armchair.


I seemed to spend ages waiting at the bus stop yesterday - I thought maybe my bus had got lost. As mentioned above, it would have been par for the course. The fella waiting with me at the bus stop suggested that in all probability, three buses would come along all at once. Presumably, I thought (though I didn’t say this aloud because I didn’t want him to think I was a Mad Old Bat) they felt there would be safety in numbers so that they didn’t lose their way. We agreed, however, that we were very, very lucky to have a bus service which (when the bus hasn’t lost its way) runs every ten minutes. We felt it was important to make this point, given the constant threats we keep hearing about bus services being culled. Where would we be without our buses? Lost, that’s what.


At this point our bus arrived - unusually a double decker bus. We wondered, my new Best Friend and I, whether the bus company might think sending a double decker every twenty minutes is the equivalent to sending two single deckers at ten minute intervals but, you know, it doesn’t work like that. Even with my rusty O Level Mathematics I can work that one out. It didn’t require a calculator or anything - which is just as well as I seem to have lost mine, somewhere in the house.


Because I had to wait longer than expected for the bus, I did lose a bit of time - time which I had intended to use by collecting my new pyjamas from Debenhams (I do enjoy a bit of Clicking and Collecting, as regular readers know) and picking up some food of Mr B’s choice from Marks and Spencer’s. This is a feature of my life these days, somehow fitting in small errands in between major appointments - making the very best use of my snatched time away from Mr B’s demanding side. Not a moment to lose, you might say. Still I did manage to call into the library to collect the book I had reserved, on a friend’s recommendation, and still make it to the Tooth Fairy’s surgery by two o’clock sharp.


Having slavishly accepted my friend’s recommendation, I wasn’t  sure what my library book was actually about so while waiting for the TF I read the first chapter. Excitingly, within a page or two I discovered that the protagonist was a lifestyle blogger. A bit like me.


Or, rather, not a bit like me.  She describes her blog as containing “Various Observations about American Blacks ...by a Non-American Black.” I can’t somehow see her waffling on about root canal treatment, bus travel and losing important possessions. Clearly this is where I am going wrong. Yet, hey, maybe we are not so different after all - she admits to starting conversations with strangers in the hope they may contribute something of interest in her next blog. Perhaps I have happened upon a kindred spirit after all?


Kind souls that you are, you are wondering how I fared with my dentist’s appointment. As it happens, all was not lost, after all. Because the Tooth Fairy could only find two root canals (no, I still have no idea how I managed to lose the other two) she could only fill the two she found, cutting my time in the dentist’s chair from the anticipated two hours to a more manageable one hour.  


Lost and found - thanks to the Tooth Fairy.







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23.04 | 20:15

lovely and heartwarming - an inspiration to us all x

09.03 | 12:07

Love this story told as ever beautifully.x

10.11 | 21:31

What a super account of a special event. I loved meeting you last night and seeing your creation come together. I’m so pleased you got so much from the activity

07.09 | 13:17

I have broad shoulders x

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