Mr O fancied a particular cake and I said I'd buy him one from the bakers. When I got there, I couldn't remember the name of it for the life of me, and said rather pathetically to the shop assistant (who fortunately is a friend) that it began with the letter B.
She rattled of all the cakes and buns beginning with B but nothing rang a bell.
When I arrived home empty handed and was telling Mr O he looked at me strangely and announced he'd asked for a vanilla slice.
The phone rang today (landline) I walked past it and searched for the t.v remote control because that would let me talk to who ever was ringing me. I was to late and the answer machine clicked on and they left a message.
When I looked in the fridge this morning there was an empty wine glass in there instead of the dishwasher, I looked in d/w and there was an empty wine bottle!