Anyone else suffer from this? There really should be a support group.

Er, did I mention putting water in the bath

What leftover wine? I rarely have any Sylvia

Dear P.I.S.S. I don't know if I really want to be a member of the Klutz Group. I swear I only got a straw tangled with my nostril once, but sadly it did fit easily into my said nostril.

It's all very well, kittylester to suggest sitting in the bath, but one manifestation of this condition is that you run the bath, think it's full enough, get in, and then realise that there is an awful lot of person above the water level and have to turn the tap on again. This is not only annoying, it can also take the rest of the evening.

When Mr wheniwasyourage retired, he said he had time to reorganise the kitchen cupboards (he does most of the cooking anyway) so that he could put things in what he thought would be logical places. Still neither of us can find anything, but at least it's not my fault now!

Quite! Sufferers can get quite shirty and swear that they aren't where they've been for the last 40years and therefore YOU must have moved them.

Ah, now, you see, that is another thing altogether. I can't remember the correct term for it, but it translates as something like "If I open the drawer/cupboard and it doesn't either jump out or at the very least wave at me, it isn't there" disorder.

As far as I'm aware, it is limited to the male of the species, although there have been some (as yet unconfirmed) reports of some cases in females during teenage years.

Ah that is known as the "sock syndrome" very common if not universal in the male of the species.

Quietly smug, exchanging meaningful looks.

Men are supposed to be superior in all these spatial awareness things, but I have found that Mr E is woefully incompetent. If something is turned through 90 degrees, he has difficulty recognising it. If it is moved to a different shelf, or a different place in a drawer, it ceases to exist. Even things that he has put away safely seem to vanish from the inventory, let alone anything I have tidied away.

Elegran did you say "I told you so" or just look quietly smug and superior?

My DH definitely has Philpotts syndrome, has had it for years. When we had only been married a couple of years, we had visiting us a college friend of his and wife. Two highly educated mathematical men tried to wrap a chicken in foil. Two non-mathematical wives told them the piece they had cut was far too small and were dismissed as mere spatially challenged females. Three pieces of foil later ........

Faye , thank you for your contribution, but I'm sorry to have to tell you that straws up the nostrils only count as Philpotts Syndrome if you have mis-judged the capacity of the said nostril to the aforementioned straw, i.e. "Does the straw fit into the nostril?"

If it is found that the straw is too big to invade the nasal cavity, then it might just qualify.

However most Philpotts related incidents start with a deliberate intention to place a quantity of something into a container (or in the case of wrapping items in clingfilm or foil, the deliberate intention of covering an item in an appropriate layer. Some Philpotts purists actually debate if this is in fact Philpotts, but as yet there is no definitive research, so we will err on the side of leniency here, rather than risk a splinter group.)

So, in conclusion, if one of the main indicators of Philpotts is the intention to carry out whatever action resulted in the is-calculation, you need to ask yourself "Did I mean to put that straw up my nose?"

I hope this helps.

Signed

Phoenix,

Founder of Philpotts In Sisterhood Support. (P.I.S.S)

Young women have it too. There's that one who is in the ad just before Coronation Street who throws food at her mouth and misses

I have bad news! These conditions are progressive and worsen with age.

I love the bath idea, but what to do when on an evening out you have a sip of your drink, you miss your mouth and the straw ends up your nose. Hurriedly trying to extract the straw from your nostril before anyone notices.
Is that considered part of the Philpott Syndrome or should I be looking for the Klutz Group.

Ladies, I feel that I should congratulate you all, it takes courage to stand up and admit that you are a sufferer, particularly when you know, as we all do, that there is no cure on the horizon.

To realise that we may have to continue in our present state, without support, without official recognition, and with the potential of extra washing up or excessive foil and clingfilm use, epitomises the essence of what makes British women stoic and stalwart. (Not forgetting of course our sisters and fellow sufferers throughout her Majesties dominions, God bless'em)

To all those who acknowledge their condition, I salute you!

{can't stop laughing} emocion Annika!!!!

Jacey you could always wear a bib and then wring it out into a....... oh heck I was going to say glass but isn't that where we came in.

annika sounds like a plan

Thanks kittylester

Just sit in the bath Jacey.

Thanx for that advice Annika ...but suspect for me the Philpott Syndrome would be even worse ...likely to miss my mouth after a few!!

Annika - you think that's funny? My brother bought my Mum bottle of brandy and a cut glass brandy glass for Christmas. Around New Year I suggested she opened the box containing the glass - hunted for bottle - could only find an empty one. When asked how she had drunk the whole bottle without using the glass, I got a gimlet stare and "From the bottle!!"

That's where I get it from, see! It makes much more sense that dirtying a glass, the work surface, the floor, my slippers etc!

( Standing up from a chair that is in a circle with other occupied chairs) My name is Annika and I suffer from Philpots Sydrome.
I can't tell you how wonderful it feels to say type these words and to know that I am not the only idiot person who has this terrible sydrome.
I find it impossible to judge the amount of cling film needed to cover meat that needs to go into the fridge. I find that when I have pulled the cling film from the roll and have struggled to cut it and then battled with it to stop it from wrapping its self around its self I have enough to wrap the whole fridge.
As for the glass of wine problem may I suggest a little tip I learnt some time ago and could end years of misery and suffering for some of you us on here . Get a glass, get wine from fridge , open wine take glass in the hand, throw glass in the bin , put wine bottle to mouth and drink !!!

Well done janthea ! It takes a brave woman to stand amid her pyrex collection and admit that!

My name is Janthea and I suffer from Philpotts Sydrome. Phew - thank heavens that's off my chest.