That moment of the month where you've locked yourself in the house, again, and you sit down to write a status update about it after 25 minutes of frantically running about because the washing is blowing off the rails outside, then with an annoyed sigh glance to the left of where you've plunked your sorry ass down and spot your keys. Now to find yourself thinking: "That's actually a good spot maybe next time.." Here is where you facepalm your past self.