Last week, I totally lost it.
I was used to things disappearing from the house and into the dustbin and sort out the dustbins each afternoon when I get home.
Last week things started missing from the house and were not in the dustbins when I looked. Searched the house high and low, no sign of anything. Ranted and raved on TP and then calmed down thanks for your help.
This afternoon when I got home, the lady next door came round and said" I hope you don't mind me telling you this but Jean has been wandering round the top of the garden near the shed. She looks as though she is talking to someone and then goes back into the house"
When I examined closely the place that she pointed out to me I found:-
1 half bottle whisky
1 full jar of coffee
2 magazines lent to me by a friend
3 DVD's lent to me by friends
20 letters, including bank statements , bills and notices of forthcoming hospital appointments, all torn up into fragments.
Lids from jam, marmalade and olive oil containers
3 pens, 2 pencils and an empty box of dog treats.
I almost feel like putting "and a partridge in a pear tree" at the end of this.
In fact there may be a poem in it somewhere.
Needless to say, i am making sure that the whisky does not disappear again.
I was used to things disappearing from the house and into the dustbin and sort out the dustbins each afternoon when I get home.
Last week things started missing from the house and were not in the dustbins when I looked. Searched the house high and low, no sign of anything. Ranted and raved on TP and then calmed down thanks for your help.
This afternoon when I got home, the lady next door came round and said" I hope you don't mind me telling you this but Jean has been wandering round the top of the garden near the shed. She looks as though she is talking to someone and then goes back into the house"
When I examined closely the place that she pointed out to me I found:-
1 half bottle whisky
1 full jar of coffee
2 magazines lent to me by a friend
3 DVD's lent to me by friends
20 letters, including bank statements , bills and notices of forthcoming hospital appointments, all torn up into fragments.
Lids from jam, marmalade and olive oil containers
3 pens, 2 pencils and an empty box of dog treats.
I almost feel like putting "and a partridge in a pear tree" at the end of this.
In fact there may be a poem in it somewhere.
Needless to say, i am making sure that the whisky does not disappear again.