Had a call from No. 1 Daughter this morning saying, "I've some bad news for you".
Immediate panic.
"It's really bad news."
"WTF* is it?"
"Mummy's just found your iPod in the pocket of your trousers in the washing machine."
Haw, I was actually quite relieved that was all and that no-one had died. A cunning tactic. It was certainly cunning of Mrs Alf to get No. 1 Daughterto impart the bad news.
"Where is it now?"
"It's on the hot plate of the cooker."
"Kin' 'ell! Move it off there now. Go and put it in the airing cupboard to dry out slowly."
Alf's luck will be it survived the wash and was fried on the cooker with Mrs Alf trying to dry it out. No common sense at times. Surely by now she knows how hot that plate warmer can get?
* Ok, I missed out the TF.