I've done it again and hidden some chocolates (four left in a small box) so well that I can't find them.
Perhaps I ate them and have forgotten! ?
Or perhaps MrBaggs or Minibaggs have scoffed them! No, it won't have been Minibaggs cos she gave me the chocs that her dad brought back from Dublin; she didn't like them. Yes, she's weird! How can you be sixteen and not like chocolates?
So, gransnetters, where have I put them?
Do you get a mot at the doctors?
Good Morning Saturday 8th August 2026



Weeks and months passed and at the end of August I had to take my car in for a service. The garage asked for the service record book which was conveniently stored in the glove box. And there it was, covered with chocolate that had melted and set many times, until it was, by then, a thick dirty layer of gunge that welded the user manual and service record book together, my leather gloves and an old pair of specs. What a mess! Still haven't got it all out.