This made me laugh

Total agree in principle. Not exactly sure what picking up a sock entails but imagine it’s similar to picking up a 10mm spanner.

 

My problem is remembering what I was looking fo....... oh, look! Squirrel!!

 

I was getting steamed up the other day looking for my 13mm spanner I had just been using, cursing and making circles in the garage looking in the same places over and over. Had a thought finally (yes, it hurt a bit) and looked in the bin I had thrown some junk in and sure enough! I had tossed it in the rubbish. Called myself an idiot and moved on, quietly muttering to meself about being an idjit and how many tools have I tossed out?

 

Have you noticed...you always find things in the last place you think of looking?

 

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Except when you look in the last place you'd think of first only to find its in the first place you would have looked!

 

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Is that what you tell SWMBO when ur caught rooting through the lingerie draw?

 

Now my first wife had an aunt Lesley who had a sister called Connie. Connie was really ugly but that's not what this is about. Connie found out that her recently acquired husband used to wear her underwear during the day at work (knickers, stockings, sussies, the whole lot). Connie got rid of him.

 

De gustibus non est disputandum, as folk say around here. (Probably something to do with Hadrian's Wall.) Obviously he identified as something different. Can't say I blame Connie, though.
I posted this last week: is it him?

 

Yep, and not only do I sometimes forget what I was looking for but sometimes I even forget what I was doing...or why!

 

No. He wasn't that fat and although his head was odd shaped, it wasn't the same as that. Otherwise, pretty spot on. Oh, apart from he wore jacket, shirt, tie and trousers over his wife's lingerie.

 

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That's because you stopped looking???