Tags: life's small mysteries


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As you may know, I keep a couple of flyers about guitar lessons on the windows of the car. Every now and then I get stopped by somebody asking me, "How much?" and getting a bit confused when I reply "£34 an hour". Then I point at the flyer, that reads in enormous big fat black letters "GUITAR LESSONS'. They look more confused and I have to tell them I'm offering guitar lessons, not selling the car.

Tonight I had a phone call. "How much the car..?" "Beg your pardon?", "How much you selling the car, mate?" "I'm not selling any car. Are you sure you got the right number?", "But the paper on the window..."

yearly puzzles

How is it that every time I pay a relevant bill or receipt I file them in the appropriate place in the big accordion folder, only to find, when it's time to prepare accounts for the accountant and the taxman, that half of them have disappeared?

Also, I consider myself not entirely stupid, or at least not unusually so... how is it then that I have to check figures and details three or four times and still find I've made silly mistakes at the end of all that?