My daughter is in hospital and asked me to bring in her mobile phone today. Her bedroom is a typical teenage mess (why use a wardrobe and drawers when there is a perfectly good floor?) I have spend a fruitless hour searching for the phone. Mr O has just said "have you tried ringing the number?"
I award myself the title of Idiot of the Day.
Baldric, funnily enough I used to live at an address that had Elgin as part of it. Once I went on holiday and overdid it on the sarsperilla on the journey. When it came to signing the book in the hotel, all I could manage to scrawl was El Gin. The hotelier looked at me darkly said "that is supposed to be your address, not your name"