Last November everything broke, now everything is disappearing into thin air.  Over the course of the last few days I’ve left a bag in a shop and lost my stapler, a sheet of wrapping paper and the pointy thing that goes with the CD player, all of which I know must be somewhere in my study.  None of these things may be vital, but it is still incredibly irritating, and the more I can’t find any of them, the crosser I get.  And even more annoying is when one reappears without warning in a place where I couldn’t  possibly have missed seeing it for the last three days, like the pointy thing which unaccountably turned up a few minutes ago smack in the middle of my desk on top of a book.  I am darkly convinced there are other forces at work!  This would also account for the fact that I managed to lose a trainer in a changing cubicle at the gym, which after all is not that large an area to search thoroughly.   I then had th ...