I've been getting so pissed off recently with the amount of care and effort I have to put into husbanding all of these things. And the moment I loosen my grip even slightly I get punished terribly by losing or accidentally destroying something important and having to do a buggerload of extra work as a consequence.

The feeling it produces is like something like claustrophobia.

For example, I had an irreplaceable immobiliser fob for my old car. Of course I lost it, and had to laboriously input a numerical code by turning the key back and forth according to blinking light each and every single time I wanted to start the car.

After about 9 months of this ballache I incredibly found the fob hung on a field gate a couple of miles away from where I live, and was amazed that it still worked with just a fresh battery. From that point on I religiously and unfailingly kept the fob tied to my trousers at all times.

Then one day I took it off my trousers outdoors for the first time and boom - gone again instantly.

Except this time I had also lost the code I was putting in with the key turns. I literally had to sit in my car going through the 10,000 possible four-digit codes until I worked out what it was again. It took hours and I had to concentrate the entire time.