Keith was hunting for an adaptor lead that he had last used with the caravan but, having searched throughout, it could not be found.
"I suppose it's just possible that it is in that bag of stuff behind your seat in the car," he said, before disappearing out through the front door.
I watched his retreating back thoughtfully.
That would be the passenger seat in my car, then.
Well, we have no other car...
I think I may need to have a word!
Plaster board and dust
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2 comments:
My sympathies are wholly with Keith. There is a worldwide conspiracy by women to hide men's things. I think this why women spend so long together in toilets. They're sharing their hiding tactics - designed to infuriate and ultimately undermine men's sanity.
No, YP, it's just that men are not nearly as well organised as women, so they never know where to find things. Ask Shirley. :)
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