More than mildly amusing me - I guffawed and scared Diz.
But it's probably only mild amusement if you don't know the people concerned.
Excerpts from a mail Mum sent me this morning:
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After breakfast he cleared the table then disappeared again. I did washing/wiping/folding and putting dry washing away.... He is still on sofa playing with his blood pressure gauge and packing and unpacking his ‘man bag’. He does this every day in case someone has magically put some new toys in the bag overnight.
He got this idea from Steven, who popped in one night after work, with his posh leather man bag. Dad took a fancy to it and told me he wanted one. I said NO straight away but he was hunting on the stalls the next market day. I stepped in and pointed out a cheapo grey fabric bag on a strap. He used to have something similar for his old larger cine camera if you remember. That got thrown out in the move by me (he he).
It was £5 and he is thrilled with it. Lots of little pockets, zips and poppers. He unpacks and repacks it every morning BUT he still can’t find a bloody thing when we are out. He hadn’t repacked his bus pass last week when we tried to get on the bus for his doctors appointment. Luckily between us counting out our coins we could afford his fare. He got a right nagging about that.
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Anyway, must get on and see where dad has got to in his quest for man bag supremacy.
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