Bezley was buzzing around looking for her keys. Cinderella suggested she check the dining room.
"They aren't there, love. I've looked."
"There's a set of keys on the dining room table."
"No there isn't."
"Yes there is!"
"Well, who's are they??.....Oh, they're mine."
I looked at Cinderella. "I'll call you during the week. We'll organise the nursing home."
2 comments:
Whose?
Oops! I'll blame THAT on the pills.
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