Those of you
who have had the pleasure of living with me will know that I am
forever losing things. Perhaps "losing" is too strong
a word. Perhaps "misplacing" is more appropriate.
I would "lose" my pen at least three times a lesson
when I was teaching in Tokyo. It would often be pointed out by
my students that it was actually under the piece of paper in front
of me. On other occasions I would find it half-an-hour later in
One of my
more serious losses was my passport, back in 1997 when I was working
on an American summer camp.
months, departure time was looming, and so I began to get my stuff
together. I was horrified to find that my passport was missing
- I hadn't used it since my arrival in America and I was sure
that Id put it in my blue folder with all my other important stuff.
I'd searched for several days and phoned the British Embassy for
advice a couple of times before it finally showed up.
It was in
the safe in the camp office where I'd put it several months beforehand
to ensure that I wouldn't lose it!