Summary
I've just read a survey which says we spend a year of our lives getting ready to go out. Only a year? Traditionally it is the women who hold things up, changing their minds about which shoes to wear, doing their make-up, worrying about the babysitter, turning off the gas, but at Reid Mansions, this is not so. I am always ready on the dot, with keys, bus pass, umbrella, tickets, while M'Lud is running witlessly round the house like the White Rabbit, crying 'which trousers shall I wear?', 'does navy go with brown?' (no), where are my car keys, glasses, indigestion tablets, shoes, brain, driving licence, umbrella, coins for parking, sandwich in case I get hungry, bottle of water?, have I shut the cats in?, is the back door locked?, we will be late?, oh my teeth and whiskers.
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Ready, Set... And He's Late Again!
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