Now where did I put my brian?

On her blog - or maybe it was somewhere else - Welshcakes wrote about men being attracted by her brain. That's never happened to me. In fact last week, when George was under the desk, I asked him to see if my brain was there too. He couldn't find it but, knowing him, he might have mistaken it for a shoe and eaten it.

Don't you just love the way that, if you mistype 'brain' you get 'brian'? Brian is a much better word for what's inside my skull.

Oh, goody, Spellcheck is working again.