Long before we moved to El Hoyo in 2004, Joe’s been forgetful. Before now, he’s put the phone in his sock drawer, and he’s locked the keys in the boot of the car countless times.
Once he left the engine running in our parked car the whole time we were shopping, around two hours. He’s left the chickens’ gate open, allowing them to range freely through my precious raised flower beds, leaving nothing but stalks. Get the idea?