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I have finished swearing. I finished swearing about midday. I finished swearing after two hours of tearing my lounge apart trying to find my passport.

I felt confident that I was exempt from the law of the passport this time. I felt confident that my passport was in a particular place in my lounge and I could just stroll over and pick it up. I went through the pile of papers where I was sure the passport had been placed for safe keeping. Except that in the back of my mind I had become certain that as the law of the passport dictates that the document is never where you first thought it was at first i imagined it would be nearby. Causing a little panic and then eventually showing its burgundy presence with no real issue. Then an hour later I began the swearing.

Now I just have an icy fear of that passport-related inconvenience and expense. I have kept it safe for so long and, in addition, coming across it several times when I didn't need it and patting it smugly, thinking that it was safe for when I did need it. Of course now that I DO need it it's nowhere to be found. I am combing my posessions again and again. Looking places that I know the passport obviously isn't and in places where it SHOULD be but HASN'T been.the last hundred times I checked.

In the end you have to give up any hope of finding the thing which is so clearly lost. I am now listlessly looking in utterly dumb places for the missing passport whilst taking notes from practice files for the one man show. I am extremely annoyed.