Crumpets are in my head right now, as Dad accused me of eating Mum's crumpets.
She bought a pack of six, ate two and then they disappeared. Dad's first response?
I must have eaten them after they went to bed.
Mum countered that I was eating very healthily and although I may have had one, I certainly would not have eaten four. And also that even if I'd had a mad crumpet-fest I would have left some sort of note. Well, she says she said that, but you can't always be sure with Mum.
Anyway, they were found by noon, in the cupboard we keep biscuits and crackers and crisps in. We know Dad must have put them there because I had not even seen them, Mum still has her memory and Dad... ah, you know.
Solved the mystery of the missing crumpets anyway.
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