Right I'm busy today and I'm about to embark on another writing challenge with Gary Davison but before getting down to the serious business of writing I first had to email some photographs of Master Ben and his team mates winning a tennis tournament to another parent. During this (so far failed process) I discovered a few things which need pondering on;
1 Why is that I have 7 leads for cameras and gadgets on my desk and NONE of them fit my mobile phone?
2. Why is that it is that is nearly 12 o'clock and NO ONE has told me that I am wearing my cardigan inside out?
3. Why are a pair of Master Ben's boxer shorts suspended on the 5th shelf of the bookcase?
4.Why is it that sunflower seeds taste appetising in the morning but like crispy gerbil droppings in the afternoon?
5.Why is it when men tidy things away you can never, ever, find them again without calling out a search and rescue party, a team of sniffer dogs and the Fire brigade?
If you have the answers to these questions do let me know.
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