Watching your genes flash before your eyes

anno tegan Me too! I cannot keep things where they should be. Or return them to their correct place, or even notice when they are, where they shouldn't be.

DS is the same, if not far worse!

Oh, that's what that thing on the bookcase at the top of the stairs is!

I like dusting. I have an old basket full of dusters and bits of old rag and polish. It moves around the house. I dust part of a room then put the duster down. It stays there. Sometimes for months. I look at it and wonder why I've just left it there and then go and have a cuppa and it's still there. My house is reasonably dust free. But you can't move for dusters. I think I need help .

You sound like my soulmate, Tegan! If there's a drawer, I fill it. What's a duster?

Well, wherever it is it stays there for a long time cause the gooey stuff oozes out ouf the bottom and it sticks to whatever surface it's placed on. Just checked and, yes it is in the bedroom that used to be my son's, on the computer desk. Stuck to some old clothing of my daughters that I was using as a duster and then put down [probably] months ago [I tend to do that with dusters ] and an old tube of nurofen. However it will have a new home after today because I'm having that room decorated next week so everything has got to move out. Most of it has gone/is going into my bedroom and I am currently sleeping on the sofa [with the dog]. Isn't it amazing how much stuff is in one room and you only realise when you clear it out and it takes over the whole house?

As a matter of interest, Tegan, can you always remember where the gaffer tape is? We were looking for mine at New Year to try to tape up my cousin's wing mirror and couldn't find it anywhere. Then my sister pointed it out sitting on my Welsh dresser. That's the story of my life - not just my old age. DS2 is not unlike me, though his partner keeps him in order.

Literally laughed out loud - thank you!!

Jess & Tegan

I stayed with a member of my ex husbands family for two days and during that time my son broke a glass that was part of a set given as a wedding present, I pushed a toilet door open [not remembering that it was actually a sliding door] and I then totally messed up the timer on the cooker but kept very quiet when everyone was bemoaning the fact the next morning that the cooker wouldn't turn on to cook the breakfast. I only have to look at something electrical and it gives up the ghost. And my house is held together with gaffer tape [which someone kindly gave me when the husband left, saying they thought I would find it useful].

Hilarious! I can just visualise it!