OH DEAR GOD EMMA'S LOST HER PASSPORT

Distaster at the eleventh hour - Emma's passport is missing, presumed misplaced. Last seen in October last year on the trip back from Paris; was thought to reside in Emma's computer desk, officially declared Lost at approximately 2100 hours. Three hours of searching have yielded much frustration, but few passports. Plan of action - sleep on it, and find it tomorrow. Admittedly, this plan does have some kinks in it, but we're going with it for now. There's a slim chance it may be at Emma's work, and an even slimmer one of it being at her Dad's. Tomorrow night we're going to turn the house upside-down, and if it doesn't work, she'll have to shell out nearly £100 for a new one - which, in a best case scenario, will take a week. This is not good. On a happier note, this is good: Since when was I the organised one?And are you ready for my close-up? So at least one of us is ready to go to Korea, with or without his disorganised comrade!