I spent an increasingly miserable and frustrating 90 minutes today tearing the house to pieces looking for my calculator. Having decided that life was way too short to spend a minute longer on the hopeless task (and fearing for my blood pressure), I reserved a replacement from the local Argos, got a confirmation by text, and decided to hop on the bike to pick it up. In the hall on the way out of the house, I patted the pocket of my cycling jacket to check that I had my front door keys and pulled out the prodigal. Lord knows how it got there but I was mighty glad to be reunited with it.