Firstborn left his trombone on the bus yesterday. Again. I swore a lot. (quietly). The bus depot people said they would ring if they found it. They didn't. (ring, that is). They had the wrong number. They did find the trombone. It's at Willawong, which is very not close to my house, so they're sending it to the city so I can pick it up from there. So then it will be found. In the meantime, I have lost my mind. I'm hoping it's temporary. The end.