The time...several hours ago, the place...in the kitchen, the setup begins...
"You haven't forgot what you said you would do today have you?" The seemingly innocent question is posed, to the not quite wide awake husband, sitting at the kitchen table minding his own business, drinking the first coffee of the day and quietly reading a book...
"Do you mean fixing the garden light, broken by your enthusiastic use of the strimmer?" he replied, "Or do you mean my offer to scrub out the oven?". "Or perhaps you meant..." and on and on he went, slowly digging a bigger and deeper hole for himself until finally looking in to his wife's smiling face and sparkling eyes, and realising he was undone, that the correct answer should have been "For the life of me it appears I have forgotten darling, would you mind awfully reminding me?"
Several jobs later, and not a page further in what happens to be a very good book, he finds himself completely knackered, so much for a quiet Sunday...
