The cucumber doesn't live in the cutlery drawer.
I know that.
Somehow the cucumber had ended up in the cutlery drawer.
'Tis like the mayonnaise. That doesn't live in the cupboard with the lentils.
I know that too.
Somehow the mayonnaise had ended up in the cupboard with the lentils.
Or like the colouring pencils in the bathroom cabinet.
I know that doesn't live there.
But there they were, found them when I was searching for the calculator (which was found after some searching in my sock compartment of my wardrobe...)
Or the Chopin nocturne scores I found next to my bed at 8 this morning. Which is 2 flights of stairs away from the piano.
Or the half drunk bottle of wine behind the curtain in the study. Why?
I dread to think what I'd be like without having several other people living in the same house as me...
Life's full of surprises when you find the cucumber in the cutlery drawer, y'know?
I think I may possibly be on autopilot a little. My autopilot seems to have taken a liking to rearranging the contents of the house without much reasoning... which is just a little unhelpful, I must admit.
When things like this happen in my house, and they do - often, I always blame it on the borrowers. They nick things then put them back in strange places. Couldn't possibly be me.
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