It never fails. I'm rushing out the door late to work and I can't find my keys or my wallet—and sometimes my smartphone. It's as if gremlins hid everything during the dead of night, though it's more ...

I never understood the logic of "ordered chaos." Either you are messy or you aren't. So I rarely sympathize with anyone who is trying to look for his or her phone or car keys under a pile of stuff.

We've all felt it before: that gut-wrenching moment when you realise you can't find your keys or wallet. A frantic pat-down of your pockets, a hasty rummage through your bag, and then, resignation.