Based on the last 5 days, I find the following cartoon by the ever inventive Weebl somewhat appropriate.
Something I forgot from yesterday.
You know how one's mind tends to remind one about things one has forgotten just that little bit too late? Such as the fact that your house-keys are sitting on the kitchen table as you close your front door behind you, the fact that you've left a pot boiling on your stove as your plane touches down in Australia or the fact that you're married before you start screwing around.
Sorry, I couldn't resist that last one.
This time, it was a case of 'almost too late'. I was on the plane, heading for home, when a stewardess announced that non-European nationals would need to complete a landing card. I took that as a cue to check that I still had my passport and lo and behold, what did I find hidden in an inside pocket of my jacket? A neatly sealed sachet of 'stuff' given to me in a dark bar a few nights before.
An experience many years ago (and another a few days ago) has taught me never to take anything the providence of which I'm unsure. So I'd put the bag in my pocket and forgotten about it. It was all too clear in the harsh cabin lighting what the bag's contents were.
I briefly pondered trying to nonchalantly stroll through the green channel; but I tend to have 'guilty' written on my face in bright red letters when I do something Bad, and I really didn't fancy a cavity search (although at least it would have been free, I gather that it costs 75 Euros in certain Amsterdam establishments.)
So down the toilet with it. I bade it farewell like an old friend, and whistled a passable rendition of Taps as I pressed the flush button.
So, a close one there then.
