I absolutely love, love, love when my grandchildren gift me their tiny creations. (See Atlas’s origami box, Anwyn’s miniscule origami birds, Rhys’s pottery bird all in dark green and black.)

So when Aoife slipped this onto the dinner table for me, I was overjoyed! A tiny book of her rhyming words.

I did not want to lose it so I put it in my coat and zipped the pocket closed. My phone was in there too. On the way home I pulled out my phone, then slipped it back in the pocket and zipped it up.

Sitting in bed, I remembered the tiny book and went to check the pocket; the tiny book was gone! I asked Andrew to please go out in the foot deep snow and look in the car to see if the tiny book had fallen onto my seat when I pulled out my phone.

He came back in, set the book down on his bedside table and I was thrilled. It was lost but now it was found!