I've had a complaint - how very rude! Not the first time but I ignored it then. Can't ignore it now. Apparently my blogs are too short. Well, I don't want to bore anyone or say they don't have time to read them, so I do keep them very short. I've promised to try to extend them a little bit. (I think he reads them with his morning coffee).
It occurred to me on holiday that I'm fairly well know so doing daft things (this was after falling off the bike on a straight, flat path) and getting my trouser leg caught in the chain. I thought surely other people must do daft things too?! I started to pay attention, and I'm pleased to let you know I have 3 examples!
Firstly, Mark, who is the least daft person I know. On holiday we had a kind of walk in wardrobe. On our last night (I was in bed trying to sleep) he noticed that the door, on the inside, had a button on the handle. He pressed it, and shut the door! It locked the door and there was no unlock button on the outside. All our clothes were locked in. So at about 11pm he got a sim removal tool, the foil cutter on a bottle opener and the file from his tiny swiss army knife. He removed the handle on the bedroom door first, just to work out how the lock mechanism worked. Then he took the wardrobe handle off. He fixed it, and put them both handles back on, but why press a random button in the first place? And who puts a lock on the inside only of a walk in cupboard?
Secondly, the other day a friend told me she'd messaged her cousin to arrange to meet for coffee. Arrangements made she set off. She got into traffic so massaged to say she was going to be late. Eventually she arrived but her cousin was no where to be seen. She called her cousin who was at her home and denied the date had been made. At this point my friend realised that she had been reading old messages about an arrangement to meet her for coffee weeks ago!
Lastly, my neighbour told me last night that she'd been daft. It was her (husbands) nephews sons birthday. She rang to congratulate but managed to get the wrong nephew, after apologising and hanging up she realised it had been his birthday that day too. She did call back and wished him a happy birthday. She also messaged a relative (I'll call her Vicky). Vicky messaged back and said she didn't have her number in her phone, and who was she? Gill messaged back and told her (oops not the right Vicky). Vicky was delighted to hear from Gill - it's had been so long, and a conversation ensued. At the end of it Gill admitted to hubby that she had no idea who this Vicky was.
See, it's not just me! My favourite daftness is still the time I opened the boot to the wrong car and started putting my bags of groceries in it. I mean, if anyone else went to the wrong car in a supermarket carpark you can guarantee the car wouldn't unlock and they'd realise their mistake, and no one would be any the wiser of their error. But no, but me. Not only was the wrong car unlocked, but someone was sitting in it, to witness my faux pas! So, so embarrassing!!
Mark and I decided we don't want children. It was a difficult decision but we're telling them tonight.
PS photo - finally sorted my spice cupboard. The oldest one expired 2005. Only 20 years lol
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