I did exactly that, the room laughingly called a spare bedroom ( I call it the " stick it there and close the door" room personally 🤪).
So, I went into the room, walked over to the duvet still neatly rolled in its plastic bag, just as I'd picked it up from the dry cleaners.
I looked at the roll, thought of a swiss roll cake and grinned; so easily distracted by thoughts of food. I really didn't want to unroll it ( 🤤 soft sponge with imitation cream and jam all coated it a dusting of sugar......yum).
Pulling myself back to the task at hand I took the duvet out of the plastic and shook it.
Nope, it wasn't in there.
Oh well, it was a thought. Folding it back up I went to place it onto the spare bed........... I couldn't quite believe it, there, hidden in plain sight was a small pile of £10 notes sitting on the bed. 🤦♀️
I'll never cure this ability to wander off in my thoughts ( the local bakery does a wicked homemade swiss roll, all soft and gooey with lashings of cream and real strawberries........)
where was I?
Oh, yes, no, I'll never stop it but I might, just might find the dumped or stuffed things I mislay.
The tucked, however are a whole different ball game!