Every day of my adult life I’ve had to answer stupid questions, as a wife and mother when this happens I have to hold my breath and count to ten. When the children were small it would be my husband, rooting through drawers, huffing and puffing, “Where’s the cheque book?” or, “Where’s the car keys?”
In most cases, I wouldn’t know where these things were, my usual reply would be “Wherever you put them last”. Occasionally I would be accused of putting them somewhere, or tidying up and moving them, however nine times out of ten he would find them and sheepishly apologise with, “Oh yeah, I remember putting them there now”