I was awoken in the wee hours by my husband, demanding to know where I had planted his passport. I gritted my teeth, knowing that in the past he has dumped car keys in new places that he forgets about.
I fell out of the bed to ranting and raving about how he had definitely put the passport into the kitchen cabinet. Not only that, the kitchen smelled. I got the smell yesterday, and urged hubby to have a shower because he has been sick for a few days.
Then I discovered a rotten red cabbage oozing cabbagy shite…
About five minutes later, hubby said in a sheepish voice….I’ve found it.
It was not in the kitchen cabinet.