That which was lost is found
Last Saturday morning, while having coffee with some friends, I discovered that my very expensive hearing aid was missing from my worse ear. Retracing steps, frenzied searching, alerting the village shop and the Mairie – all fruitless.
Several blurred days followed.
Yesterday at lunch, we gave up and decided that it was time to inform the insurance company and the hearing centre. Before we could suit actions to intention, Jock came rushing in holding the minuscule plastic gizmo, shouting Eureka. He had found it on the floor in the darkest corner of the garage. Sounds became sharp and clear again and my belief in the indestructibility of matter was vindicated.
Posted at Cate’s place.