Not a bike one.
Went down to my yacht club this afternoon to fix some damaged equipment, which all went quite smoothly.
Went to grab my phone & message our facilities bloke to let him know what I'd done, and also that the work boats will need a feed for next week.
FUCK, WHERE'S MY PHONE????
Hunt high & low in case it fell out of my pocket while clambering in & out of the boats. Nowhere. Just about tore my car to bits in case it had fallen in a little gap somewhere. Nup, nowhere. So I start to think the only other possibility is that I've dropped it outside the club yard while I had hands full of tools, and someone has picked it up. So off I wander to the local Police station & ask if any lost phones have been handed in today. "Nup, sorry mate".
Wander back to the club, have another scour of the boatshed, still to no avail, so I toodle off home, thinking, "well this is a bit fucked".
And as I step inside, there on the table where I'd put it down while grabbing wallet, keys & stuff is my bloody phone!
I must be getting old.