Those of you on Twitter will already know, I suspect, about my lost diary. I am a judge of an international prize, whose committe was meeting in Berlin last week. It was all a bit of a rush, and when I was waiting for the flight in the frequent flyer lounge at Heathrow, I used the time to do my email and make some dates in the diary (pictured above). When I got to Berlin, all was fine except I didn't any longer have my diary, which I concluded that I had left where I had been sitting Minor disaster. It wasnt that there were all that many appointments that I would have forgotten (my indispensible assistant keeps a copy of most things, for just this eventuality) but there were a few and there were all kinds of carefully coded password reminders, which would have been a real nuisance not to have.
Anyway, lost property at airports is a bit hit and miss. And, even though I knew exactly where this little book was, the Heathrow lost property online reporting system basically told you to sit tight and wait for three days. Reasonable enough maybe, but I really wasnt sure that I could wait that long with equanimity (and it wasn't as if the damn thing was flying round the world...it wasnt nickable and I could describe exactly where it must be).
So I resorted to Twitter.