Today at work I needed to know my passport number and it’s expiry date. My passport was at home. Surely I’d made note of this info somewhere, surely I’d taken a photo of it at least? Omg, surely it hasn’t expired, I haven’t looked at it for more than two years.
I tell you this because it’s the reason I went through the notes on my phone.
During that exercise I learnt that I had not saved my passport info anywhere, anyhow. I also realised that;
1. I need to sort those notes out, some are ancient and useless, and 2, in future, when I write a note I need to imagine my future self trying to decipher it. Full words, sentences even.
Some notes are lists of names, I’m not good with names so that’s useful. My national insurance number, useful. Codes to university cupboards, useful. My car registration, more than one, but still useful.
One note is headed, ARSE, it has no content except, Abercrombie and Fitch. Another, Ego Whore, no content but I believe it was the beginning of a collection of insults thrown at members of the gang, we got no further than this. Who needs more insult wise?
One reads, The Opposite of Swede, no further content.
What is the opposite of swede? Is this one of life’s imponderables? Or had I found the answer to an existential conundrum?
Then lost it.
More questions than answers obviously.
I haven’t deleted it in case it turns out to be essential somehow.
I’ll ask Marmalade.
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