I'm not even talking about losing my marbles here, by the way, though that does happen sometimes. They just slide out of my brain occasionally.
|by Lisa Dinhofer|
I'm very good at Finding Things Out . It's what I do to earn my daily bread
I'm LOUSY at Being Able To Find Things when I've lost them. The times this conversation takes place in Chateau Coxon:
Me: Do you know where my car keys are?
Me: Where are they then? (why do I fall for this EVERY time?)
Peter: Where you left them.
The trouble with me is that when I've lost something, I can't stop looking for it.
For the past few days, I can't tell you how many hours I've wasted looking for my stiff handbrush - the one I use for the stairs. THIS one...(have you seen it anywhere?)
I've looked EVERYWHERE several times. In the end, because I couldn't stop looking for it, even though the stairs didn't really need brushing...I actually got into my car - dear Olive Oyl - drove into town and bought ANOTHER stiff handbrush.
Sometimes I wonder about myself.