Magical place, magical way: The case of the missing Blu-ray

Posted on Jul 23, 2009 in The things they do | 1 comment

You would think that in an organised house, with very little clutter, one would not lose very much.

Enter, Pickles.

One fine morning after the night before. The night before being Hubby and I watching the most awful movie ever, (sorry Will but Seven Pounds was far too depressing!) the DVD’s scattered on the top of the TV Unit, Pickles starts to play with the covers. I am lovingly holding my first cup of tea of the day and while watching what she is doing, think to myself ‘you can play with them sweetheart because Mummy is going to savour this cup of tea’.

Now here is where so many of you already Mums and Dads shake your head with a grin because come the end of the day, I had searched far and wide and back again for the DVD, all Seven Pounds of it.

Phoning Blockbuster I mumbled down the telephone my apologies for losing the DVD and asked what they would like to do.

“I am very sorry” came the voice down the phone. “If you can’t find it by close of shop tonight, I am going to have to charge you for it. Oh and it’s a Blu-ray too so the price is more expensive”.

Good god I thought. Spare a thought for a poor woman who has turned her beautifully clean house (the one in my imagination) into the rubbish dump on Hall Lane. Who I might add hasn’t had a break all day thanks to this unfortunate event.

This was when I called in my ‘Zen’ moment. I have many of these moments. I stood, phone in hand, took in a deep breath, covered the handset, closed my eyes and hummed the word “Zzzzzzeeeeeennnnnnn”.

“Ok, no worries” I said forcing a grin. “Just charge our account and call us the new owners of a DVD I would never have bought in my life”. As I hung up the phone I heard a giggle.

This is what I call Wallet Lesson number one: Never assume you will find anything Pickles can get her hands on.

Irony has a knack of catching you off guard. The irony of my missing blu-ray was that Pickles had managed to lose the one movie out of three that we hired that I never ever want to see again in my life.

Now, months on, the Blu-ray is somewhere in this house, hiding in a magical place that only Pickles knows where. I am sure many more things will go to that same magical place in that same magical way.