The apartment isn't that huge and there aren't that many nooks and crannies where a potty might lurk, so I have been a little perplexed. The power of the subconscious worked however; during my afternoon nap I remembered that the lost item was put in the same box as the wellies. This didn't help that much as I couldn't remember where that box was but luckily, Lo she is a terrible Goddess, deigned to intervene, as I was walking in ever decreasing circles of confusion. She coughed politely and pointed and that was all the guidance I needed.
When the time comes that the potty is used for it's proper purpose, then greater guidance will be required. (A polite cough and a pointing finger are definitely as far as I'm prepared to go, Peabrain. Lo, TG. Ed.).
