Riding the London commuter train back to Reading I realised I’d left my house keys in the office, luckily my neighbour was home, able to let me in with her spare key. It’s been a week for scattiness. I spent about 3 hours looking for my E11, EHIC, ready for my summer vacation.
Searching was a serious process that involved:
- looking in all the pockets of 5 handbags (USA purses)
- The contents of 4 old purses (USA Wallets)
- 16 drawers, some containing drawers – I might have hidden the card in my underwear. It’s possible.
- 4 trays of important ‘stuff’ , once recent letters that have faded to the bottom of unotuched piles
- lesser-used jacket pockets
My chest of drawers is more organised now that I’ve carefully inspected, sorted, folded and replaced each item. The search threw up some surprises, the condoms with a 2008 use-by date. Thrown away. Pre-Euro continental coinage from the 1990s, re-packed for posterity. No E11 card
Once I’d run out of obvious places, I gave up. A solemn swathe of paranoia about my ability to file and find key documents, a history of losing my passport, drove me to check that the passport was where I thought it should be. It was.
Tucked inside my passport was my E11 card.
A sensible place.