I have a lovely repeat guest, working locally Mon-Fri on a regular basis. I couldn’t find my keys last night, to go for a pint with Mr Joan, (back from working in London and a Brit, he was already propping up the bar) so she had to let me out of the house. Half an hour later she came into the pub with my keys. She had found them in the kitchen rubbish bin, much to everyone’s amusement.
Now there have been occasions over the years when I have found my specs in the fridge, or two pairs on my head, whilst being laughed at for looking for them; a shoe in the linen cupboard and another in the oven. I have sat on a London bus with a pair of specs on and another pair on my head. oh, the foolish embarrassment… But this?
So, fellow hosts, help me feel less foolish please, and share your moments.