Dd has been super-stressed lately, because they’re going away in the Easter hols and she’d forgotten to check elder dcs’ passports (expired) and apply for one for the 2 year old - in plenty of time.
Not that I blame her - 3 little ones and both of them working more or less full time. So I agreed to go to a fast-track appt in London for the youngest - first thing on Weds morning. So she sent me all the documents, plus the little photos in a tiny cellophane sleeve, recorded delivery.
They arrived the next day, fine.
This morning I checked all the docs, all lying together on my ‘desk’, aka the littered dining room table - no photos!! ?
And it’s bin men day, paper and card and landfill, but thank heaven the bin men hadn’t yet been, so I went through a mass of newspapers and magazines, page by page.
Should have done the landfill first, very little of it. And lo, there the tiny sleeve of photos was. Alas, all too easy to pick up with something else if you’re careless. (Like me).
Talk about phew! But thank heavens I thought to check before the bin men came.
Memo to self - another time, put any such things in a safe place!