‘You will find me in the last place.’ Cleopatra is supposed to have remarked to Mark Anthony just before he found her in her pyramid, thoroughly asped.
She was not alone and not very original either, although she did have a very good library and therefore cats, so she was one of us and we salute our own. Cleo and Tony were frequent visitors to the library at Alexandria and we know she could read and speak several languages and must have been fluent in Greek, in which many of the manuscripts were written, which, come to think of it, must have been shorthand compared to hieroglyphic.
Of course whatever you seek is always in the last place you look because, if you go on looking after you have found it you are one quilt away from a straightjacket.
Nevertheless, I’d be so happy to find the die I bought, that was perfect for the boxes I want, to put the dolls I plan to make, inside of.
It was just a thin die. For weeks and weeks it was just there, on top of the die cutting machine, in the dining room waiting for me to cut other boxes, having cut one and found it to be better than a slice of cake and fit for purpose.
Then something happened and I had to tidy up.
Anyone creative at all, reading this, knows that tidying up is the enemy. Prior to tidying up the creative person knows where everything is.
There.
There, and
after a bit of searching, under there, (who put the stuff on top? Oh yes, me.)
Tidy up thoroughly so you can set a fancy table and the family can sit down and eat a weeks’ pension in one repast, and you might as well just take stuff you were previously doing out into the garden in a hurricane and open your hands to the winds.
After that it is time travel.
Backwards to your mind set.
I must have put it there. (No.)
I know! It’s at the back of the desk! (No.)
I just popped it in with the paper to cut, obviously. (No.)
I have put it in with the papers I need for sculpting the dolls. (No.)
Have you ever woken in the night, shouting the answer and failed to write it down? (Yes.)
It is very thin and small I have just popped it somewhere. I know when they came I had it on the desk in with the paper pack and when they had gone I must have done something even more stupid.
I tidied up further, as if once was not bad enough.
Days. It has been days of looking. I have even tried surprising myself by jumping into locations with Ninja like cries of surprise.
Pointlessly.
Mark Anthony knew exactly where to go.
I wish I did. The problem is I cannot find the pyramid. Ancient Egypt, you can’t miss them.
Little thin pyramid box dies, could be anywhere.
I am going to have one last look but, as I have ordered a substitute I am now going to be slightly annoyed if I find the original.
Which I will find in the last place I look, unless, cunningly, I stop looking and it just falls out of, wherever it is, into my hand (stretches out hand)..
no, that didn’t work either.
I’ll let you know.
Don’t call us.
Thank you for your time.
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