losing my marbles

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I lost my mobile phone. I was upstairs and I picked it up. I remember that. A couple of minutes later I was downstairs, packing a few bits into a bag ready for our night away. My phone, I thought, Where's my phone? Panic began to set in. I ran hither and thither around the house. I looked here, there, and everywhere. Was it in a bag? No. Was it on the stairs? No. Was it in my coat pocket? No. Can you please ring my phone? I asked Husband. He rang my phone. I stood silently, waiting to hear it vibrate {I don't have the sound on.} Oooh. It vibrated. I could hear the buzz. Oddly, I could also feel the buzz. My phone was in the back pocket of my jeans. That was the moment I remembered where I'd put my phone.