The loo brush may have gone wherever the two nice breakfast plates with the orange poppies went last night.
Mother believes in laying the table properly at night for breakfast... and two of the plates weren't in the cupboard. I'd washed them up in the afternoon, left Mother doing the drying up and (dangerously) the putting away. They weren't in the fridge, freezer, every other kitchen cupboard, kitchen bin, dustbin, shed, bathroom, study, her room, our room, every kitchen cupboard again, mending box, under chairs in lounge, under her bed, under her pillow (popular place), aaaargh. Laid the table with a couple of non-matching plates. Went to bed.
This morning, all 3 matching plates are on table! Husband is having a lie in and I haven't yet asked him where the *&^%&* he found them.
Just so pleased that they weren't hidden away anywhere broken: there was just the one odd plate of this rather 60s crockery when we came here to look after Mother, and husband liked it so much he kept putting it on the top of the pile of random crockery in the cupboard, to smile at it. So by the help of the wonderful eBay I've collected a 3-of-everything breakfast set, on the basis of trying to improve his life in little ways while wrecking it large-scale by staying here with Mother.
I hope your loo brush reappears just as magically.
Mother believes in laying the table properly at night for breakfast... and two of the plates weren't in the cupboard. I'd washed them up in the afternoon, left Mother doing the drying up and (dangerously) the putting away. They weren't in the fridge, freezer, every other kitchen cupboard, kitchen bin, dustbin, shed, bathroom, study, her room, our room, every kitchen cupboard again, mending box, under chairs in lounge, under her bed, under her pillow (popular place), aaaargh. Laid the table with a couple of non-matching plates. Went to bed.
This morning, all 3 matching plates are on table! Husband is having a lie in and I haven't yet asked him where the *&^%&* he found them.
Just so pleased that they weren't hidden away anywhere broken: there was just the one odd plate of this rather 60s crockery when we came here to look after Mother, and husband liked it so much he kept putting it on the top of the pile of random crockery in the cupboard, to smile at it. So by the help of the wonderful eBay I've collected a 3-of-everything breakfast set, on the basis of trying to improve his life in little ways while wrecking it large-scale by staying here with Mother.
I hope your loo brush reappears just as magically.
