Last Friday, my sister was in Dublin and very kindly gave me a lift home from work. On Saturday, Mr. Waffle was due to take Daniel to GAA training. He went out to put the gear into the car and then rushed back into the house. “Where’s the car?” he asked. It came flooding back to me. I had [unusually] driven the car into work but, alas forgotten to drive it home again. Worse, I have form in this regard.