I keep forgetting that I'm a man. Bugger. I was quietly sorting my pills, making chocolate crunch for the children, working out what I was going to feed the family this evening, ironing things in between, answering the phone ('No, I'm not Simon!'), answering a comment on Facebook and sending a text about this morning's arrangements for croquet when I wondered what the odd noise was. The chocolate, sugar, syrup, butter mix was boiling! Oh dear. I should just remember that I'm a man and do one thing at a time. But then that involves thinking. And I'm a man. Catch 22 really.
3 days ago