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lost & found!
Dec. 11th, 2021 11:57 pmOn Wednesday, shortly before heading out for my booster vaccine, I flung my newest (and oldest[1]) fountain pen across... a room... with gay abandon...
... the details of which are vague because I reconstructed them after the fact at the point at which I realised my tiny metal pen was missing, probably in the middle of a fever, having finally worked out what The Thing That Went Perplexingly Donk was in this instance.
Anyway. I spent Wednesday night and most of Thursday morning having a fever, and most of Thursday afternoon through to Friday evening seriously considering having another fever and generally feeling pretty sorry for myself, but today -- today -- we actually did a bunch of tidying! In the process of which I Found My Wee Metal Pen!
... down the side of the bed. in my washbag. which I had not yet unpacked from Cornwall.
I have still not quite stopped keeping an eye out for it everywhere else in the house that I go, but I sincerely hope that my brain will Remember It Has Been Found at some point in the nearish future.
(Photos almost certainly to follow -- I am contemplating the merits of making a series of posts about this special interest & my related acquisitions before they stop being quite such a burning special interest. :-p)
[1] Turkish handles this very nicely, in that it has different adjectives for old-as-opposed-to-young and old-as-opposed-to-new!
... the details of which are vague because I reconstructed them after the fact at the point at which I realised my tiny metal pen was missing, probably in the middle of a fever, having finally worked out what The Thing That Went Perplexingly Donk was in this instance.
Anyway. I spent Wednesday night and most of Thursday morning having a fever, and most of Thursday afternoon through to Friday evening seriously considering having another fever and generally feeling pretty sorry for myself, but today -- today -- we actually did a bunch of tidying! In the process of which I Found My Wee Metal Pen!
... down the side of the bed. in my washbag. which I had not yet unpacked from Cornwall.
I have still not quite stopped keeping an eye out for it everywhere else in the house that I go, but I sincerely hope that my brain will Remember It Has Been Found at some point in the nearish future.
(Photos almost certainly to follow -- I am contemplating the merits of making a series of posts about this special interest & my related acquisitions before they stop being quite such a burning special interest. :-p)
[1] Turkish handles this very nicely, in that it has different adjectives for old-as-opposed-to-young and old-as-opposed-to-new!