Several years ago me and my dad went round to visit my grandfather on a Sunday morning, and fairly soon after we arrived I put the kettle on and started looking for the teapot.
Nothing unusual about that other than when opened the cupboard I not only found the teapot (with a hand knitted tea cosy that looked like it had survived both World Wars), but I also found tomorrows breakfast already prepared (cereal with sugar already sprinkled on top). Subsequent visits always yielded similar results so I know it wasn't a one off.
What sort of madman prepares the next days food and stashes it in a cupboard? I know he was lonely and probably bored but that is extreme!
Anyway, my wife recently found a teabag in a mug which I had put away in a cupboard....she suspects I'm turning into my grandfather.
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ear trumpet n. a horn-shaped device formerly used to direct sound into the ear of a hearing-impaired person. they come in all shapes and sizes. how true that is in life.
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