You are probably like me and easily get sidetracked. I was wrapping up a present in the bedroom (wrapping paper lives in under bed drawer) when the door bell rings. So I go down to pay the window cleaner with scissors in my hand, put them down, pay him, then think while I'm down here I'll make a coffee. Sit down read a paper. Then remember that I hadn't finished wrapping, and cannot understand where the scissors are when I go back upstairs. In the meantime, H has seen them sitting on the hall table and put them away! I think I'm going mad, and he is unaware why I'm mumbling to myself looking everywhere for them. Is it old age?