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WAS between the tea bags and the frozen chips when my mobile rang for the second time - my beloved again. First he called to find out what I had done with his arthritis tablets. I patiently pointed out they were in exactly the same place as they always were - the little drawer in the kitchen where such things are kept - but he insisted they were not there.
There must be a biological reason why men are so useless at finding things. In his case if something is not immediately apparent he'll swear blind that it isn't there but instead of carefully sifting, he'll rummage through the contents like a jumble sale enthusiast. He'll throw things all over the place before announcing categorically that the thing he's looking for is definitely not there, whereupon I go and look myself and find it straight away.See the full content of this document
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Dorinda Mccann
The second phone call was from his mobile, and there was a note of panic in his voice. He wanted to know his own mobile number.
I told him to look...See the full content of this document
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