It's getting insane, I know. Let it not be true.

Today has seen me spiral through all sorts of emotions and moods.

This morning, I awoke and straight away felt that gutted wrenching in my stomach. The same gutted feeling I had this morning when we got back to mine just after 3am.

I've owned a mobile phone for many years now. I've always kept the same number and looked after them in such a way that I've never once even thought twice about taking out any kind of mobile phone insurance for protection against damage, being stolen or getting lost.
The last word there is the main offender.
So yeah, last night in between the journey back from the club in the taxi and walking in my front door, my mobile phone had decided to perform a disappearing act.
As soon as we got in, I realised something was wrong. That familiar bulge in my pocket was no longer there and it was nothing to do with going flacid.
After frantically searching through all my clothes, I came to the conclusion it must have fell out in the taxi on the way back. This wouldn't have proved a problem if we had stuck to our original plan of using the same pre-booked taxi company to bring us back, thus providing us with all the details we would have needed.
We didn't stick to said plan though, mainly because when the pre-booked taxi driver dropped us off, we double checked with him about collecting us again at 2.30am and he said he wanted all the money upfront. Our back up plan, was to take our chances and just grab any taxi outside the club at chucking out time, which we did.
So, the biggest problem was, when I realised the missing item must have fell out of my pocket in the taxi, who the fuck bought us back?!

In desperation, I phoned my mobile from The Blaggers' phone and was chuffed to bits when a guy answered...the taxi driver. The chuffed feeling soon dissolved when he grunted the words, "Not my problem mate....blah blah....tough shit"
Shit, shit, shit.

I've spent all day at work with a horrible feeling of loss. Sounds silly, I know, but it's felt like I've lost a limb or something.
It's also made me realise just how much I depend on having my phone. It's so much more than just a mobile to me.

Anyway, to cut a long story short (what do you mean, too late?), he phones The Blaggers mobile late this evening and we have been pretty much all over the City centre looking for him. because he's been working, he kept phoning us with different locations every 20 minutes or so, but we eventually caught up with him and needless to say, I now am reunited with my phone.

There's more on the rest of the night's adventures....