I lost a box of cereal this morning.
I KNOW.
Ridiculous? Yes. Possible? Quite.
I even got to the point where I rang Adam on the train in the hope that he’d stuffed it in his laptop bag to take to work just to screw with me.
“You think I what?” was his answer, barely raising his voice above a whisper, no doubt to hide the conversation from his fellow commuters where he’s standing accused of being a breakfast thief.
Then, later, I found it.
Next to my side of the bed.
Don’t ask me how it got there, I have no idea. The kids both claim innocence.
But – if it was me, it shows how tired I am lately.
