peter yetman
Flashlight Enthusiast
That's LOSE not USE!
I think that at least once a week I manage to lose one of my lights. There it is in my hand and the next minute it's gone. I try not to panic as this happens so often, but there's this nagging voice at the back of my brain thinking about it lying beside the road waiting for a muggle to pick it up.
I then start wandering around the house casually looking under beds and furniture, even in rooms that I haven't been in for twenty four hours.
Next I start looking under all the cushions on the chairs and sofas.
Finally all the drawers are searched and the inside of the two cars scoured.
This behaviour rarely yields a good result and I tend to start the whole process again.
Today I went into the bedroom and picked up my Novatac, Mrs Yeti distracted me with a story about one of her customers, and then my hand was empty! What's that about? I can't even blame the ghost (as we normally do when anything goes astray) as we're in a new house.
Invariably the light will turn up, but I do hate the waiting.
The only light I have ever lost for real, was an OR Z2 with a Mini Turbohead, which fell out of my pocket while I was chasing an escaped pig. I have a strong feeling that the ungrateful Pigman saw it and picked it up.
I scoured the area for a couple of years before I gave up. I even borrowed a metal detector for the job.
Is it just me?
P
I think that at least once a week I manage to lose one of my lights. There it is in my hand and the next minute it's gone. I try not to panic as this happens so often, but there's this nagging voice at the back of my brain thinking about it lying beside the road waiting for a muggle to pick it up.
I then start wandering around the house casually looking under beds and furniture, even in rooms that I haven't been in for twenty four hours.
Next I start looking under all the cushions on the chairs and sofas.
Finally all the drawers are searched and the inside of the two cars scoured.
This behaviour rarely yields a good result and I tend to start the whole process again.
Today I went into the bedroom and picked up my Novatac, Mrs Yeti distracted me with a story about one of her customers, and then my hand was empty! What's that about? I can't even blame the ghost (as we normally do when anything goes astray) as we're in a new house.
Invariably the light will turn up, but I do hate the waiting.
The only light I have ever lost for real, was an OR Z2 with a Mini Turbohead, which fell out of my pocket while I was chasing an escaped pig. I have a strong feeling that the ungrateful Pigman saw it and picked it up.
I scoured the area for a couple of years before I gave up. I even borrowed a metal detector for the job.
Is it just me?
P