I have lost a notebook. It is a large, hard-covered, ring-bound black book, A4 size, that I use for meetings to take notes and minutes if necessary. I last used it on 16th January. I know where and that I drove straight home afterwards. I assumed that I'd brought it in the house and it is only now, when I need it again, that I can't find it.
I remember where I put it at the lecture, in the theatre on the floor beside me with my handbag on top. I don't remember not having it when I left, but in any case have phoned the theatre to ask. I have checked the car. Three times (it is too large to miss even once) and the Sage has looked too. I could have put it in the kitchen, I should have put it in the study, I might have left it in the drawing room. I can't find it. I have also checked the dining room and the cloakroom. I would not have taken it upstairs, I'm not so far gone that I'm even looking there.
I'm a bit screwed without it. Hell and damn. Blast. Whatever expletive comes to mind, please think it, loudly, on my behalf.
I have not given up hope, but I don't know why not - it's the simple impossibility of it being lost, I presume. But it's not here.
I learned by heart, when I was doing French A Level, one short passage of L'Avare, by Molière. It goes something like this (and I'm a bit too agitated to think about spelling, sorry)
'Où est-il? Où se cache-t-il? Que ferai-je pour le trouver? N'est-il point çi? N'est-il point la? Qui est-il*?"
*At this point, he realises his money is stolen, not lost. But I have no one to blame but myself.
Ro was sympathetic but pretty uninterested, until I mentioned the £20 reward that is offered to whomsoever finds the book. He has gone to look in the car. If, by the way, I find it myself, £20 goes in the church plate tomorrow.
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Oh poor you. I hate that feeling.
Assuming it is not gone forever, it has to be somewhere you hardly ever look, probably underneath something else. Could a child have moved it? Could it have got mixed up with other things, and put somewhere weird?
Brilliant Z. I am copying this post to use in a lesson..all that should have, might have and would have....absolutely fantastic use and a wonderful example of English in action for my students. Ta!
Having said that....Poo for having mislaid your notebook...hope you manage to find it. Soon.
I like that quote too...very cute!
Dandelion, if I could accuse someone of having moved it, I'd do it right now. I'm still looking, however.
Thank you Wendz. Always glad to be of use.
Have you asked St Anthony? :
"St Anthony, St Anthony, please come around, something is lost that cannot be found ... " and then you say the name of the lost thing three times.
I know a couple of people who swear by it :).
My mum always asked St Anthony, Ally, but we didn't know the incantation. It sounds splendid, worth a try.
Yes, that St Anthony thing really works. Keep us posted ok?
Cheers, D - no joy so far.
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