It is driving me insane. We've just spent hours this evening trying to trace his coat with his bank cards in the pocket. Been through the cars, house, driven to his van to check, back home going through everything again. I talk him back through all his movements until we finally establish coat is at friend's house. Call friend, cards are not in pocket. We finally find them in his jeans pocket on floor on bedroom tucked under bed.
This sort of shit happens all the fucking time. All the fucking time.
And he can't find anything in the house even when right under his nose. I literally have to say 'it's right there, right in front of your finger' kind of thing.
I love him to bits but sometimes I could cheerfully kill him I swear!!