My last blog was my brain dead moment, now let’s have another one.
I’m not going to embarrass anyone by naming names, but if they ever get to read this they are going to recognise themselves without a doubt.
A very dear friend of mine had just got in to her home with a load of bags of shopping. She was so tired she said all she wanted to do was put her slippers on and get herself a cup of tea. (We do all love our tea in England). She put her shopping bags onto her kitchen table and went to find her slippers. This turned into a witch hunt. She looked everywhere. Upstairs in all the obvious places, under beds in the wardrobes in the bathroom everywhere they could have been. Then downstairs, also in all the obvious places but her slippers were know where to be found. Eventually she gave up. She put the kettle on to boil, got herself a mug out of the cupboard and went to the fridge for the milk...and there...on the shelf right in front of her were her slippers, side by side on the middle shelf facing out into the kitchen, as if they were smiling at her.
She said she fell about laughing, and the nice thing for her was her slippers were lovely and cold on her very hot tired feet.
As she told me at the time, she has no memory whatsoever of ever putting them in there!
Brains being away on holiday at the menopause beach hotel is not always a bad thing.
But when the lights in your kitchen start to drip water, that’s another matter altogether.
But that stories for another day.