Where is my watch? I thought to myself as I arrived at work yesterday.
And then again this morning. Where is my watch?
I looked downstairs.
I looked upstairs.
No watch.
I'm not allowed to lose this watch, Debs gave it to me for Xmas and I love it.
But I always take my watch off to cook or type or whatever, for wrist comfort / muck avoidance.
Where did I leave my watch?
Friday. I dress down a little. No jumper, hooded sweatshirt instead. Arriving at work, I put my hands in my hoodie pocket - and there it was! My watch!
Great!
WATCH!
2 comments:
What a lovely littel story, Ben! We should turn it into a book! I volunteer to draw up the cute pictures :D
Great idea! It's a deal :-)
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