O Found, and rejoicing has commenced!
I found the damn phone about 15 minutes ago. Because of dog poop.
You heard me right.
Apparently, at about this time last night, when it had finally cooled off some, I went out to pick up poopsicles. I must have been wearing an outfit that didn’t have pockets, so placed my phone on the gatepost at the bottom of the garden so I’d have both hands for the bucket and scoop.
But, because I’m boarding a big ol’ dog who uses the front yard to do his bidness, instead of hanging the bucket and scoop in their usual place in the back yard (where I would have noticed the phone), I took them up to the front yard. When I’d finished, I left the bucket near the porch gate.
So when I just now did the poopsicle pickup and took the bucket to its usual spot, I saw the phone on the gatepost.
The moral of this story is never wear clothes that don’t have pockets. And never change your routines.
Jim had a great idea: he said to leave the phone plugged into a charger at all times, and just pretend it’s a landline!
Cheers,
Lucy