Why do things happen in 3's? Yesterday was just one of those days. I realised once my alarm never went off that the reason was that I never set my phone/Blackberry before I went to bed. That, like taking my contact lenses out and brushing my teeth, is something I have conditioned myself to do whatever state of disrepair I get home in.

The cause of me not setting my Blackberry alarm as it materialised was that I lost it the night before. If I could lose one thing, my family, son and girlfriend aside, then it would not be my Blackberry. My whole life is sadly on there and I wouldn't know what to have for breakfast without it.

I padded about a bit, cursed everything and everyone, kept calling my number and eventually gave up on it and called my company to cancel the thing. Then the hotel room phone rang and it was someone I know via my job who was on his way to Miami who said that a strange girl had phoned him to ask if he knew me because she had my Blackberry. Re-sult.

I rung her and met her in the bar that she worked in yesterday evening, a place I would have sworn I'd never set sight on before and collected my phone from this stunning 5ft 7inch Lebanese girl who was as happy for me as I was.

I left the bar to stroll back to my hotel shaking my head as I walked and went to the cashpoint to then realise that I didn't have my company credit card in my wallet. I soon worked out that could be in any bar in Miami probably with about a million dollars of beers clocked up on it, none of which were drunk by me, well perhaps just the one.

I got into the room and cancelled my credit card before heading down to the bar for a drink, because I needed one, only to lock myself out of my room and then have to wait while security ran a check on me to clarify I was who I said I was.

It is safe to say that last night I wrapped myself up in cotton wool and went to bed early.  ¶ 19:16