I am turning into Husband. He says I'm not turning into him; I'm just getting old.
Husband is prone to falls these days. Yesterday I was tussling with a big slab when physics came into play and I flew backwards. Bruised my hip and my arm. Then I walked into an over-hanging rose branch and a thorn caught my eyelid.
Meanwhile Husband had come out and noticed that the car was running. It seems I'd not turned the engine off four hours earlier. I had locked it so you would think Minitoo would have enough sense to switch herself off.
Last year Husband left Minitoo with the engine running - and I believe unlocked - in the M&S car park. So you see why I say I am turning into him.
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When I left the house this morning to go to walk with Daughter and Louie there was a van parked across the road. As I walked down the steps a man got out. He was dressed in black with the hood of his hoodie up and his head down. "They've mistaken me for Kim Kardashian," I thought, "and they're going to kidnap me."
I have no idea what KK looks like so chances are they don't either hence the mistake.
But they didn't kidnap me.
The other morning there were three woodpeckers outside the front door.
2 comments:
You're not old, but you do need to be careful.
Sue keeps notes in the kitchen if the car windows might be down and for other things too. I need notes. Speaking of which, I am just now reminded that I have promised to get Danica to work tomorrow, so I must check and set reminders with Alexa and probably Siri too.
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