Saturday 4 May 2019

That Is Not The Bag


Facebook threw up this memory from Star Wars Day two years ago …

Fester went to the pub last Wednesday and again this Wednesday night to pick up the kit for Strawshop Rapper.
When I came downstairs this morning there was a red cloth bag of stuff dumped on the dining table.
This evening he comes in and asks me where "the bag with the rapper jackets has gone/been put".
I indicate the red bag.
"No that's the stuff I picked up last night.  I mean the bag I brought home last week"
I was in bed at the time so had no idea he'd brought a bag home.
"That's what I went down for" indignantly as if I should know the motive for his every move.

Apparently he'd come in and "dumped it somewhere"
Mistake:  we're not called Chateau Midden for nothing.

I have a system.
In the living room there is a big red box for paper recycling.  
As our local council no longer recycles fabrics, next to the box there is a carrier bag for kit-formed t-shirts (a Ferretfingers speciality), clean but holey underpants, holey socks and other items of clothing beyond use or repair. When that bag is full I carry it up to our local hospice shop for their rag bag.
He discovers this bag is not his bag.
I try and remember the last time I went up to the hospice shop; because if he left his bag next to the red box I may well have shoved a kit-formed t-shirt into it, thought it was full and taken it up.

What colour was the bag?
"Blue"
I try and remember the colour of the last bag I took up to the hospice shop.
"Or it might have been white."

Then
"When was the last time this table was sorted?"
Tuesday when Ferretfingers's enablement officer was due.
"Oh you will tidy things!!"

At this point I give up trying to help and take the boys up to our local polling station to vote in the local elections.

When we get back there is the bag of rapper jackets on an armchair.

The blue or white ordinary carrier bag is actually a green M&S bag and he had found it "down the side of that chair you were sitting on."

So you see he can actually find things when he wants to...

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