About an hour and a half ago…
The last time I really lost my keys, Tim had absent-mindedly hung them on the hook near the back door. (I say really as opposed to all the times I can’t quite locate them under the piles on the table or the side). So today, when he really lost his, I reminded him of the time that he hung mine there, and said “have you looked on the hook?”
Apparently, despite the fact that I alluded to the hook by the back door, I was obviously talking about the other one that we keep keys on, so he said yes, meaning that one. And hadn’t checked the one at the back. Where he found his keys an hour and a half later, after I’d completely excavated the table and the sofa…
aargh. But at least the table is clear, if not clean yet, as I haven’t wiped down the visible surface yet.
Oh, and I have a small boy with a rash. We’re waiting to see whether it spreads or disappears, before we decide whether it is pox or bites. He’s a bit clingy though, so the former seems possible.
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