Sidereal Matters Arising

Today marks the end of my 70th circuit of the Sun, sidereally speaking.

Tomorrow lunchtime (GMT+1, Cripes is that the time chez Chateau Stevie) I start another lap.

So there's that to look forward to.

But the eternal questions remain:

• Where is my Leatherman Crunch, lost sometime around January?
• Where is my Leatherman Wave, lost on Monday?
• Where in the name of Azathoth is my copy of Skyrise, that ultra-spiffy board game not seen since January either?

I'm beginning to get angry with Mr Brain now.

Later:

Found the Skyrise game hiding under my nose in a box I swear I searched two days ago.

Still no sign of my beloved Leatherman tools, and the Crunch is no longer made. Still I guess one out of three ain't bad

Later still:

Just discovered my good leather jacket that gets worn maybe twice a year is covered with grey mould. Good to know the suckage still permeates Chateau Stevie

So the amended list of eternal questions becomes:

• Where is my Leatherman Crunch, lost sometime around January?
• Where is my Leatherman Wave, lost on Monday?
• Will the local dry cleaner be able to clean my leather jacket without ruining it, or will they do as good a job as they did on my silk Mitsukiku kimono, bleeding the red lining through the black outer?

Mr Brain is still on double secret probation, though it can't be blamed for the jacket debacle.