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Saturday 29 October 2022

An inherited irritation

I remember going to the fridge one day and finding my mothers shoes. I wondered, as you would, and on asking her, all she retorted was, "oh, are they? I wonder where the butter is then?" She was completely distracted from what she was saying because she had returned to school work and was in the Do Not Disturb mode; I was left to hunt for the butter.

I have inherited this absent minded activity only I now call it Tucking or heaven help me Stuffing, which is very different I can assure you.
I think a lot of us put things away safely and tuck them in to a place we won't (or shouldn't) forget, only to promptly forget that special tuck we made.
I've spent many a happy (?) hour hunting out the item I've put away safely; who needs escape room puzzles, I set myself these quite frequently, always have.
Tucking is one thing but stuffing is another whole other ball game!
Take for example, my latest stuff. 
I popped over to the dry cleaners to pick up some duvets I'd had washed. On the way back I popped to the hole-in-the-wall to collect the money for the gardener I have who comes when heavy stuff is needed. 
So returning home I had a large roll of duvet and the money which I had stuffed down inside the duvet so kids round here couldn't take it as their own.
I got to the house, unlocked the door, tripped over an over zealous cat trying to get through the front door, then went upstairs. 
It's at this point everything goes vague. No idea. 
Admittedly I was coping with a raging sore throat and had been in bed all day feeling dreadful, so it's likely I would be vague but where have I tucked this blasted money?
Escape room puzzle now begins and I have 30 mins to find it.