When I got back from prison today I said, 'I'll take George out for a walk now.' Husband is the middle of decorating so I thought it would give him a chance to get on with it.
'Okay,' he said, 'but I did take him out this morning.'
'You walked him as well as going to B&Q and fitting the skirting?' I didn't think I'd been gone that long.
He frowned. 'What day is it?'
'It was yesterday I took him out.'
Having said that ... as my lunch was going to be late I thought I'd take a chocolate bar with me in case I got all feek and weeble as I sometimes do if I am deprived of food for long periods (minutes).
With about 70% of the walk done I started to feel peckish and thought, 'Oh bother, I didn't get a choc bar from the pantry before I left.'
About 98% of the walk done I noticed a bit of blue sticking out of my pocket. I'd noticed it earlier but now I investigated it.
It was the chocolate bar I'd got from the pantry before leaving.
If they put Husband's and my brains together they'd be lucky to find 5 cells.