Tric Kearney: Not being a person of religion, I listened and smiled, shaking my head at the madness of believing in a saint of lost things who is articularly helpful if you offer him money

I’VE spent a lifetime looking for things: my keys, my phone, my bank cards. In our early years, yer man’s blood pressure soared when he’d hear me confessing to losing my Visa card and he’d immediately launch a frantic search, insisting I cancel it if it wasn’t found within the hour.

Nowadays he’s a little more relaxed, knowing it’s probably in a jeans pocket, down the back of the couch or in the washing machine.