A weekend hunting for my shaver

In the old flat, my shaver/trimmer/whatever — chin hair snipper — lived in a skull by the TV. Easy to find. Never need move, of course, as long as it wasn’t in use.

A week last Thursday, I put said shaver in my brown carry-all, along with a few choice things that I wished to keep separate from the rest of the junk.

My charger made it safe.

My passport hardly even noticed the move.

My Me-I-Be bead bracelet didn’t even get a knot.

My shaver, on the other hand, vanished.

I searched boxes.

I emptied the bag twice.

I checked the bin.

It didn’t head to the bathroom.

I hadn’t packed it away some place silly like in with my socks.

It didn’t get confused with tools.

On Saturday, I started a systematic search through boxes and bags and nada.

No shaver.

Not even in the car.

On Sunday, I stood over the mound with no home, hand on hip, scratching my head.

Nothing.

From my vantage point I could see its charger, which funnily enough is the part I usually lose.

No shaver.

And then this morning, I found the shaver sitting as pretty as you like on a shelf, right next to my files.

I must’ve put it there because a shelf is a sensible place, easy to remember when there’s no other furniture.

Unfortunately, I’ve not been looking in sensible places. I went ahead and assumed, since I know I’m a twat, that I put it some place stupid (I have found my wallet in the fridge).

Well, I didn’t.

So there!

I can put my insults in my pipe and smoke it!

The truth of the matter is, past me isn’t the idiot — present me is the twat.

Although, with that said, past me did put the skull on the windowsill and didn’t put the shaver in it, so maybe it’s 50/50.

However it lands, I’ve still spent 10 days looking for a shaver that’s been sitting on a shelf.

Tomos James

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