Born in a field
All boy babies are born in a field.
I am drawn to this conclusion from a lifetime of observation which leads me to the inescapable conclusion that men are congenitally incapable of closing doors after them.
This conclusion has been further emphasised by the fact that I have had to close the back door after Keith at least five times this morning, as he was completely unaware of the fact that leaving it open in sub-zero temperatures has an adverse effect on the ambient temperature of the house.
And don't get me started on cupboard doors!
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You may be right Jenny. With men it's doors, with women its mouths.
And with ex-teachers, it IS apostrophes? ;)
Oops you got me! Guilty your honour!
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