No, you're fine. You just drifted a bit between dimensions. Somewhere there's another Jodi Taylor with six boxes in her flat swearing there used to be five, and are they multiplying?
The only alternative would be admitting you were wrong, and where would the modern world be if national figures started copping to mistakes?
Hm. Last week I apparently told the lady making London shades for my office that I had five windows. She made five shades.
I have four windows in my office. Four.
Um.
I can't claim cannibals. Cannibals don't eat windows. Was my window abducted by aliens? Either that, or the window is the same place as the marbles I have apparently lost.
You realize, don't you, that if you DO have an infestation of book cannibals, we're going to have to quarantine the UK? And how does one get rid of cannibalistic books? I could suggest certain books they might choke on--but probably not under my own name on what amounts to a party line.
There are book cultists everywhere, and for some rather surprising books.
Actually, if you ever want to throw a packing department into complete hysterics, label a box 3 of 2. They literally can't cope. Plus it has a slightly Borg-like ring to it. My brother is completely obsessed with Seven of Nine. He calls her part woman, part fridge.
No, you're fine. You just drifted a bit between dimensions. Somewhere there's another Jodi Taylor with six boxes in her flat swearing there used to be five, and are they multiplying?
The only alternative would be admitting you were wrong, and where would the modern world be if national figures started copping to mistakes?
At any time, did you see a small shed appear from the corner of your eye?
Stop looking and the box will reappear when you least expired it!
Hm. Last week I apparently told the lady making London shades for my office that I had five windows. She made five shades.
I have four windows in my office. Four.
Um.
I can't claim cannibals. Cannibals don't eat windows. Was my window abducted by aliens? Either that, or the window is the same place as the marbles I have apparently lost.
I suspect a serious case of chocolate deprivation. You'll be fine after a bar of Fruit & Nut.
Mudroom!
well they'll be in the last place you look!!!
It's a book eat book world out there, which is possibly how Reader's Digest came about. Burp!
You realize, don't you, that if you DO have an infestation of book cannibals, we're going to have to quarantine the UK? And how does one get rid of cannibalistic books? I could suggest certain books they might choke on--but probably not under my own name on what amounts to a party line.
There are book cultists everywhere, and for some rather surprising books.
Be *very* careful going into the bedroom later, dear lady
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It’s that dodgy young man in the Packing Department. Must have numbered the boxes “1” to “6” but missed out No. 4.
Actually, if you ever want to throw a packing department into complete hysterics, label a box 3 of 2. They literally can't cope. Plus it has a slightly Borg-like ring to it. My brother is completely obsessed with Seven of Nine. He calls her part woman, part fridge.