Last week Husband was puzzling over the location of a bag of compost. He'd bought two but could only find one and couldn't remember finishing the other.
This morning he said, 'I found the bag of compost. It was in the spare bedroom.'
Meanwhile yesterday morning I opened the wardrobe, glanced down, and thought, 'What on earth is that shiny metal thing?'
It was a frying pan.
In a few years' time - or sooner - daily life is just going to be one huge adventure for us.