This weekend I arranged with a friend for him to come round to our house and pick up some bits and bobs at 5pm Sunday.
Quarter past five rolls round and I remember a couple of things. Firstly, I hadn't told him where I lived. Secondly, he hadn't asked me where I lived (my wife says this is typical of men).
So anyway, phone call made and we sorted it out.
Monday I went to the local club with a package for Brian, another friend (he doesn't do the internet so I'd ordered it for him). He wasn't there. There wasn't anyone there who knew his phone number either. So I went home and thought "I know, I'll ring up Ernie - he'll know Brian's number". He didn't, but I know that I'd rung Brian up once, before I'd lost his number. Where had I got it from?
Then I remembered - from the notice board at the club, which I'd been sitting next to for two hours...
I'm blaming it on something in the water..