"Have you seen my keys?" he demands.
I wince and try to bury my head under the pillow. This is the second time he has woken me up.
He starts to move things around the room in his attempt to find said keys, loudly exclaiming "I gave them to you last night when we came home".
"Mm ou mimmt" is my mumbled response.
"Yes, remember? I went to take my washing off the line and gave them to you then!" he points out, leaving the room to continue his search elsewhere.
Resigned to my fate, I get out of bed. Trudge down the back steps still in my nighty - hair standing out like I've been electrocuted - promptly find the keys sitting - where he has left them - atop the washing machine, trudge back upstairs, silently hand them to my dumbfounded male counterpart, and slip back into bed.
Resigned to my fate, I get out of bed. Trudge down the back steps still in my nighty - hair standing out like I've been electrocuted - promptly find the keys sitting - where he has left them - atop the washing machine, trudge back upstairs, silently hand them to my dumbfounded male counterpart, and slip back into bed.
I think I may have heard a muttered apology. It might have been a dream though.
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