Today I have to do a lot of baking. This happens to be the last thing that I feel like doing after yesterdays shenanigans.
I have just returned from an appointment and put the oven on. Excellent step in the right direction. Reach up to the shelf to grab specs to read the recipe and knock everything else onto the floor. Pick those up manage to get specs on nose read recipe go to cook ware cupboard and look for baking trays, not one in sight, Mr C is using them to sort out his battery chargers (of course).
Never mind I think with a happy smiley face I can use the brand new unopened ones that are in the study.
On the filing cabinet in the study is a lidless plastic pot containing seeds collected from a plant for sowing in the next week or so. The baking trays were under a box and some recently ordered garden fleece. In reaching for the tins the fleece caught the seed pot and the seeds are now all down the side of the filing cabinet.
The thing that makes me the most grumpy is that it actually is my fault. With a bit more organisation and forethought which used to be strong points of mine until this plethora of drugs kicked in most of it could have been avoided.
Move over Darwin I am joining you in the senility party.