To clarify I have teenagers in the house.
Pens, I have bought about fifty cheap biro’s in the last 6 months to enable me to write on paper in the study. Its a simple thing really isn’t it, the phone rings, you answer it and may need to take a message. Aaaah, where is a pen…. nowhere to be seen. Okay there is normally a pile of clutter on the desk so I may need to wade through that just to check, but nope even after a quick shufty, nuffink.
I even bought myself from my local supermarket a pack of three roller ball pens, which is going up in the world really, when you know that they are going to disappear at the speed of light. I managed to keep a firm grip of them before Christmas, mainly because I hide them. I was then able to write Christmas cards with something other than a charity biro thats so graciously posted to me at regular intervals even though I have never made a contribution. I sometimes feel quite guilty about that, because those charity biro’s have often got me out of a tight spot.
On opening the coveted pack of three roller balls, I made a fatal error, the teenagers saw them. There was three, then it went down to two, then hubby tried to take the last one yesterday and I managed to claw it back out of his grubby mitts just before he walked out of the room. Then there was an argument with son no.2 (who wanted to walk off with the last one as well) who exclaimed that I had bought them for him, which I flippin’ hadn’t. So I had to outline to my darling son that I had bought them for ME so that I could write Christmas cards, etc, etc, along with just how many pens had been purchased over the last few months. I could still see the greed in his eyes, I knew that the pens days in my company were numbered.
Alas, they have all gone now, but the teenagers have had the good grace to leave me the empty packet on the desk, just to remind me that it wasn’t my imagination.
I have no idea what happens to them, they never come to light, teenagers deny all knowledge, as does husband, personally it wouldn’t surprise me if son no.2 is making a thrifty profit out of them at school.
thats it really, pens…..
the milk, cereal and bread stories are very similar…