Last night I was at Theresa’s uncle’s place in Blackburn. After dinner there we all (Uncle, his wife and I) went to Camberwell/Surrey Hills to a restaurant to discuss the menu for a Chinese New Year reunion dinner Uncle was planning. By the time I got home it was close to 12am. That was when I realised I couldn’t find my mobile phone. The last time I had used it was when I replied Theresa’s message earlier that evening, probably around 4.30pm. Now it is no where to be found. This morning I emailed Uncle to ask if the phone was in his house. No, it wasn’t. He’d check if it was in the restaurant but that is very unlikely as I didn’t even fiddle with it when I was there. I tried twice to ring the number – it rang but no one picked up. I hope that means it is lying somewhere and no one is using it. Sigh…