"Well, there is only one piece of advice I can give you," said the wisest of wise men. "The secret of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world and never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon."

('The Alchemist' Paulo Coelho)

Monday, April 04, 2011

Mi pluma, tu pluma

One pen I have, sitting, neatly aligned with its accompanying pencil at the top left hand corner of the coffee table. (Keith has a theory that I am a bit obsessive compulsive as I also line the remotes up in the bottom left hand corner. As if!)
Meanwhile, on NASA, there are at least a hundred (all-right, three or four) pens specifically for Keith's use when someone rings up and he needs to write down their details. There are also three or four small notepads.
So why can he never put his hand on a pen or pad when he needs them and why  does his hand immediately stretch out to the coffee table to pinch mine? And then, of course, why do I never get it back?

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