A thread for insignificant posts that don't need a thread of their own

Took some minutes at a meeting last night. Came across this in my notebook by Minibags, no idea how long ago:

- issue fine to Widow Warbler [yes, 'widow' not willow]
- refusing to pay
- custody = son
- son missing
- egg

Wondering if it turned into a story at school.

Love it, wonder why Widow, did she do away with the male one wonders

My mother threw her teeth down the loo with the loo paper????!!!!! and flushed them

I have made a banana, cranberry and walnut loaf and cut out a skirt. It is still raining here, not quite "comme une vache qui pisse", but constant drizzle. The car is covered in that divine mixture of mud and cow poo that is a special feature of motoring in rural Normandy.
Oh and I can't quite finish Candy Crush 399.

Last time I lost my glasses I found them the next day tucked in the bottom of my bed!
Huh?

Last time GD was staying the front door keys, quite a big bunch, went missing. Hours of searching the house and we found them in the piano stool

Seem to have lost a bra......???

Printmiss have you checked that your daughter hasn't got your glasses? I wear mine on a string thing now because I used to lose them so frequently.

Should I do that with my bras, ga?

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douglas'

My aunt once ran 1/2 a mile after a bus in the rain to retrieve her umbrella. She asked the conductor if she had left a red spotted umbrella on the bus. He replied 'Like the one you are holding madam' Oops

Yesterday I made a cup of tea and put it in the fridge and carried the milk
jug into the living room and set it down on the sofa table......
When I came to drink it................

Hello Douglas. Welcome.

Ariadne

Rushed to the freezer just as I was going out to check something and left my keys there. Stood in hall wondering whereon earth I had left my keys. Turned the house upside down. Looked everywhere except in the freezer. In the end I found the spare set and went out arriving for my appointment very late. DD went to freezer that evening and.......

Never mind we all do it. BiL, a very good cook, made a beautiful thin fragrant Thai soup last week and left it on the kitchen worktop to cool. DS, like me a very tidy soul, went into the kitchen saw the saucepan, thought the clear, pale liquid was soaking water, poured it down the sink, washed the saucepan and put it away.

thatbags did you get your flapjacks made? Please can we taste?

Has anyone used key locators? I know that some come with several tabs to attach to keys, purses etc. Sounds like a good idea although I would probably lose the remote control.

Have, after four failed attempts, finished a portrait of celebgran's Rosie. It will be in the post tomorrow. Have just helped myself to a few of bags's home baked flapjacks. Am taking them to the kitchen and pretending that I made them so that we've something special for tea time. Thanks, bags

A lovely story about false teeth. Told me by a friend who has since died - a lifelong resident of Didcot.

Her uncle dropped his down the loo, and flushed them. He thought he might be able to rescue them by going to the sewage works, at that time quite small and near.
When he asked there, the man said 'Sure, help yourself, there's a box full in the corner'...............

This has made me smile on a cold and miserable day. DD just posted on FB about my 13mnth old DGS.

"Over-excited little monkey has been running riot around Clarks, waving a pink trainer and shouting "shoe! shoe! shoooo!"

I don't yet know if pink trainers were bought.

Nellie

Just found the key to my FIL's wardrobe in DGD's little play bag from when we there on Saturday. He has been washing and dying the clothes he was wearing over night as he couldnt get into the wardrobe for clean items and thought he had put the key somewhere safe and didnt mention it to us.

nellie and glass, I love stories like that

Yes, icy, the flapjacks got made eventually. They are in the big Winnie the Pooh tin in the corner. do eat some before ThatSoop scoffs the lot.

The key to our french window disappeared for good when DS1 was a toddler. It soon became obvious that he hadn't eaten it, so presumed it had been taken down the garden when he went in search of strawberries. The same child removed the knob from my parents' central heating thermostat and it was never seen again. For ever afterwards, Dad had to regulate the thing with a screwdriver, kept well out of DS's reach.

Yayyyy, flapjacks, thank you thatbags