I Am, Actually, An Idiot

I'm sure this will come as little surprise to most of you.

Quick check on Friday night:

"Passport."

"Check."

"Visa"

"Check"

"Other Visa"

"Check"

"Plane Tickets."

"Uh..."

Yes, that's right, folks, I have lost my plane tickets. How? I have no idea, but I've managed it. We've tipped the house upside down, but to no avail. I talked to a lovely lady at Camp America, who clearly really didn't want to deal with this. She said she would ring me back when she'd sorted it.

One day, I will go on holiday, and not lose something. Not this time, though.

UPDATE: Sorted out an e-ticket. I love Camp America.