The First Post

For over a week one of our landline phones was missing. So too the remote control for the computer. Both of which are top of toddler's "toys that Mummy doesn't want me to play with but I love and need" list.

We have an office space at home for the rare occasion that Daddy works from home, and from where I blog.

In our office we have a recycling box, with a lid. Just below the lid are handles which are essentially carry holes. similar to a post box. You already know where this is going right? It should have been obvious, and I should have guessed sooner.

I could hear the phone ringing and ringing, but couldn't locate it. If you know me, you know I sometimes, quite often, suffer from "piles of messy crap" syndrome, my house starts to look like a depot or a laundrette. The office is always like that. Suddenly I am inspired. Perhaps the phone is in the guest room bin? warm. Or the laundry basket.... getting warmer. Or should I say louder? Then, out of the corner of my eye I see the recycling box.

Inside I find phone, remote, 2 pens, a red Porsche (of the ELC 3 inch variety) and a couple of green blocks from the block box.

Apparently when I was a child I hid everything in my doll's pram. I can't be too cross. Next time I can't find my keys though, I know where to look!