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the_siobhanOne of the things that drives me absolutely batshit about this house is that I can never fucking find anything. I could live with it if I didn't put stuff away, but it's always the stuff that I know where it lives and I know I fucking well put it there that has me tearing the house apart and swearing at the top of my lungs.
Axel lost his phone about a month ago, presumably at the pub. We called the bar and I posted something on the neighbourhood list with no luck. After hemming and hawing for a couple of weeks he finally replaced it. Days later he walked into his room and the phone is sitting on his bed, on top of the covers and in plain sight.
I swear we have a wormhole in the house that swallows random objects and spits out science-fiction novels.
Axel lost his phone about a month ago, presumably at the pub. We called the bar and I posted something on the neighbourhood list with no luck. After hemming and hawing for a couple of weeks he finally replaced it. Days later he walked into his room and the phone is sitting on his bed, on top of the covers and in plain sight.
I swear we have a wormhole in the house that swallows random objects and spits out science-fiction novels.