I've annoyed myself a great deal this morning. Two or three days ago I took delivery of a little packet of jewellery findings. I fancied making some new earrings as mine are looking a bit shabby, so I bought a packet of 50 silver coated wire hoops. I distinctly remember putting the packet on my dining table, but was it there at breakfast time when I looked for it? No. No, it wasn't... Cue a fruitless search. Either I mistakenly binned it when I was tidying up, or I'd placed it 'somewhere' for safe keeping. I've looked everywhere, even in the recycling bin. (Honestly, what must my neighbours think? I'm out there in my pyjamas rooting through the plastic and cardboard!) The silver wires have disappeared without a trace, but on the plus side I did find a bone folder I'd mislaid months ago, a cardboard template I'd hunted high & low for, and a reel of perle cotton. There's a lot to be said for 'a place for everythin...