Last year I lost all the details of my car i.e. insurance, tax docs, log book etc. We searched the house high and low looking through every drawer, box, file etc. I could only assume the folder had been thrown away amongst some other papers. A whole year later Mr Smith has just found them UNDER a drawer. Part of me was Oh Brilliant Lovely Marvelous Mr Smith who I love and worship you are so clever to find my car details, and the other part was You Spawny Eyed Wazzock I gave you those papers for safe keeping and you bung them in a drawer that is too full so they get pushed underneath and you are irresponsible and careless. But you have to watch it with Mr Smith; he can turn sulky. So I opted for the first and all is well. I cannot tell you how many days I spent looking for those papers - oh well, it did get things cleared out a bit. Mr Smith is now sorting through his desk drawers - Good Boy - Are you sure you want to part with your Under 12s egg and spoon race certificate?
He's now taking me shopping in Sainsbury's - sometimes known as a trolly hijack with a woman chasing round the aisles trying to find a man and a trolly (of beer). It adds hours to your shopping but you do get fit.
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