Just tired.

I had a lovely and very filling breakfast in Yamba this morning and then went to see the surf produced by ex-cyclone Winston that battered Fiji recently. I was worn out on getting back and took to bed for some rest afterwards.I had lost my wallet and could not find it this morning, firstly thinking it had been stolen at the hospital, but then remembering I used it to buy my medication on Wednesday. I texted Will up cheese making at home but he could not find it in the car. I rang the Pharmacy but no one had handed it in.He arrived late this afternoon and sure enough it was not in the car but Will later found it in one of his bags that have been with me all the time. I don't know how it got there.I inexplicably burst into tears and sobbed which I think is more out of despair at being so fragile, tired and seemingly constantly in a 'lost wallet scenario' rather than the relief of finding it.