Better Late Than Never

When we were living in the UK my in-laws ‘won’ a cheap photo shoot with one of those incredibly reasonably priced high street photography chains. They took the opportunity to get some shots of the whole rag tag bunch that makes up the family. My lovely wife went crazy with the cheque book and bought three prints. This was in 2004 mind.

Last year, she got them framed and put them away in my ‘office’ with claims that she was too busy to hang them up. Today I finally cracked and put them up on the walls. From go to woe it was a mere two years. The moral of the story being that if something needs to be shifted in our house you could die waiting for SWMBO. Don’t even get me started on the trunk that’s cluttering up my ‘office’ that she hasn’t even opened since 1998.

I’m now running a little experiment and have left the latest phone book on our front porch where the nice delivery person left it. Unless I move it I fully expect it to still be there in 2008. I’ll keep you informed.

4 replies on “Better Late Than Never”

  1. This is a genetic issue, When I went home 10 yrs after leaving I could guarantee the things I left would satill be where I placed thjem, there is no known cure.

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