DH and I were on a walking tour of Paris, following a guide book on my kindle. He was desperate for the toilet but point blank refused to use one that opened automatically because of an āincidentā in his past. He refused to elaborate and Iām afraid I laughed so much I dropped the kindle on the cobbles and the screen cracked. He still hasnāt told me the tale, so weāre not alone, Scottiebear, in having embarrassing secrets!
Do people still stamp their feet in anger?
Waiting for memory clinic referral


