It happend to me the other night, got really caught out. Was so looking forward to my dinner date so I took extra special care in getting ready.
Lovely long soak in the bath, hair glossed and sleek, beautiful creamy Clarins body lotion massaged in all over, perfume discreet, lipstick bright. New silk stockings gently rolled on and red lingerie as my friend adoures me wearing red. 2 hours in total to get ready.
Feeling wonderfully relaxed, sexy and smiling in anticipation for my evening date of seduction and fine wine I go to pick up my keys from where I always leave them. Not there, OK so check in the kitchen, not there, think - what did I do first when I got in earlier that day? Ended up searching for half an hour, same places over and over again, and at the point of phoning to say I could not go out. Then in the bedroom I picked up a pillow from my bed, and they there were. How my keys got under my pillow I have no idea! But I had to rush out and ended up being an hour late for my hot date. Needless to say he forgave me and we had a good laugh at lost socks in machines, lost keys, lost cats , lost passports and lost minds.
