So yesterday I spent around 6 hours enforced tidying up and cleaning the house.  This was because,  having certainly had his wallet in the house first thing,  partner mislaid same and we couldn’t find it in any of the usual places.  As QT1 had come back from camping on Thursday and left tent (in pieces) and ALL the camping gear in many bags and heaps in the lounge I started there,  just about managed to get the tent into its bag (the girls had packed up in a hurry to avoid the massive rain storms) but broke the zip trying to haul the jolly heavy bag to put it away.  Got all the kit away and the other stuff back away in front of the camping gear (probably not seeing the light of day again until next year,  although maybe not even then as I discovered that the zip on the front door of the tent has apparently broken as well so possibly not very secure or insect proof,  we know from past experience its almost impossible to get zips in tents replaced).    Then tidied up several heaps of CDs,  empty cases managed to match a few up!) and stacks of CDs never looked at and loaded with dust.  Exclamations of “I wondered where that had gone” and “who took this out of my car”.  Pleasant reminiscing for about 1 hour.  Then went round the house tidying up absolutely everything,  even looked inside the workings of the washing machine (the lid is permanently off because you have to operate the buttons from the inside!) in case the wallet had fallen in there – getting desperate by this stage.  Then attacked older student daughter’s bedroom.  Unloaded all her clothes from bags some unopened from the end of term return home,  some from weekends away and from holiday.  Made about 6 neat piles in categorical order on her bed.  Gosh,  can actually see carpet.  Shifted some other bags/boxes and shoved them towards being in the cupboard (no room actually in the cupboard) and left her a pile of CDs which I thought she might like….(gets them out of the lounge).  I should explain that QT1 and older daughter had gone to town with partner to purchase crafting materials.  I couldn’t have touched her room had she been there.  Anyway at least I relocated QT1’s Linkin Park CD long since screamed and bewailed that it was lost (and in fact under a pile of other “lost” CD’s downstairs).  So when the shoppers returned I imparted the bad news that I had not located the wallet (although the house looked a lot better).  Cue panic mode because although we knew it was in the house we clearly needed to locate it sooner rather than later.  After another fruitless search through the whole house we decided that it could have fallen into the fly sheet of the tent (before it was folded up).  So we took all stuff back out of the store and unwrapped the fly sheet.  No sign of wallet and it took a rather annoyed amount of time to re-fold and then break the tent bag some more trying to get it back in again.  And no wallet.  So as partner is re-loading the store (not as well as my first attempt due to annoyance and grouchiness) QT1 comes out with wallet in hand saying that it was on the hob in the kitchen!  Rather odd place,  wouldn’t you say?  Plus I had gone round the kitchen several times.  Suspect that QT2 might have been doing something nefarious online shopping with Daddy’s cards.  Only time (and the card statements) will tell although furious denials all round.  Ho hum.  So then we took the wallet and went up the road to the pub to do the crosswords.  As you do