When my friend dropped me off at home yesterday evening, I panicked! I was sure I had put them in my handbag, but they weren’t there.
This isn’t happening!
I placed my backpack on the ground and began rummaging through all the pockets. I must have looked through the whole backpack three times, while trying to figure out where I could have forgotten them.
They weren’t in the jacket I wore on Thursday. They weren’t in the pockets of the trousers either. Where in the world could they be? In Dokka still?!
In the end, I decided to call my landlord. I knew for a fact that he had a spare, but the thought of bothering him made me uneasy. Another reason why I didn’t want to call is because I felt stupid and silly for losing them in the first place.
Nonetheless — I made the call.