I have had the same recurring dream for about 15 years. I’m walking around the carpark at Westfield and I can’t find my car. Every level looks the same, every car looks like mine and I can’t for the life of me figure find the bloody thing.
Something that never ceases to amaze me as a parent is a boy’s ability to destroy a pair of jeans. There are a few things you can do; patch them up, buy new trousers or just go with it.
I’ve decided to just go with it and turn them into monsters.
I’m not about to pretend this is a hack, everyone knows this, it’s more of a reminder. A little forward planning to help you out the next time you’re going to use a roll of tape. Don’t drive yourself potty trying to find the end of the roll, just fold over the end, because you know the next time you need it you’ll be flapping around wrapping whats-his-name’s birthday present on your way out the door to his party, at a soft play centre somewhere you’ve never heard of – and you’re already 15 minutes late.
If the germaphobes of the internet are to be believed, I may as well be typing this on a dog turd. According to experts, computer keyboards are dirtier than toilet seats and you’re probably about to fall down dead because one of the 1500 types of bacteria on your keyboard has finally done you in.
You’re on holiday and you managed to beat the Germans to a good towel spot, so you’re staying there all day. Where do you put your cash when you want to go for a swim? Inside a tennis ball, of course, but you might want to watch out for dogs.