"Nick, have you got your holiday insurance document?"
Oh fuckity. Well yes, somewhere on this planet is the grubby bit of paper I printed out sometime late last year and which has schlepped all round the world in the grot at the bottom of my back pack, but I had no idea where it was.
So the penultimate day before my holiday and I am in the music room with my backpack gutted on the floor in front of me and the everyday contents spilling all over the floor.
It ain't there matey.
Soooooooo
I manic scan through my old AOL email account because I am sure it must be saved there somewhere.
Amongst the tons of emails I have saved in seemingly illogical files to make it "easy" to find things when I need them
Ahem.
Eventually the correct email was found in the incorrect file. After many incorrect emails where found in the right file.
Just call me Mr organized.
So at least I can have a new clean insurance document to take with me instead of the crumpled stained one, that I can't find anyway.
Minor panic over.
Hang on.
Where is my passport?
