At 6:15 am this morning, I realised that my access card for work was missing, and also my bank card. They were both last seen on my bed last night before I went out (without them).
I needed to be at work at 7 am at the latest, and in desperation, I ripped the covers of the duvets, concluded that not cards could be found and rushed to work anyway. Luckily somebody arrived at the same time add me and could lock me in. Three hours later, I found the cards in my purse.
This little incident made me remember two new facts of life.
A woman’s purse is somewhat like a black hole
It is hardly ever convenient to take the covers off the duvet and not put it back immediately. It’s ever so tiresome to put it on when you are ready for bed.