Last night, I found myself locking my front door - I was taking out the rubbish - only to realise I had no shoes on. Even by my standards this is scatty. I felt a little silly on the landing, with a bin bag and bare feet. I often think it's a good job I'm not a pilot, I hate to think what I'd forget during the take-off checks. But I have at least remembered to get rid of the trays of mouse poison before the arrival of my nephews. Turquoise seeds on the floor are exactly where a toddler's interest lies.
© 2006 NMJ