It's here somewhere.....

Dylan is half way through his matric exams and has decided to clean his room, throw out all the junk and rearrange his desk so that he actually has a space to sit and study at.  I don't know what inspired him to do this NOW, maybe the fact that he only has 5 more exams to go - maybe the fact that even the tedious task of cleaning one's room is better than swotting Chemistry.....
I walked in from work and found Dylan grinning in the passage.  "Have you seen my room?" he eagerly asks me (bear in mind I have just parked the car in the garage, stumbled through the garage door into the passage bearing two SPAR bags full of groceries and balancing my handbag between them and my thigh with the car keys between my teeth).
"Ugghhghh" I mumble through the leather key holder.
Once I had placed the bags down, sliding my bag down my leg onto the floor and spitting the key onto the counter, I walked back down the passage to his room.
Sure enough - all clean and tidy, and rearranged.  The books and papers on his desk are arranged in tidy piles. 
"This is great, Dylan" I say "Now you actually know where everything is."
"I knew that before" he says surveying his kingdom with pride.
"You did?" I question
"Yes," he says" It was somewhere on my desk."