Last week I called home. Dad answered, as he usually does, and I asked how he was going. He said, "okay, I suppose." While I expect this sort of response from Dad most of the time, I was concerned because he sounded quite distracted. I asked, "You sound distracted, what's the matter?"
"I've been looking for the Rates bill all day and I still can't find it!" Dad answered me. "Your mother cleaned up yesterday and I think she's moved it."
The rest of the conversation was brief and boring so we will move on. I talked to Mum next and she swears that she didn't touch any papers. They had it out and that was that. I should probably mention at this point, that Nan is staying with Mum and Dad for a few weeks.
A few days later, Dad came home from his usual trip to the post office and said, "So Nan, it turns out I didn't lose the Rates Bill after all,"
"How's that?" asked Nan.
Dad grinned and answered, "It came in the mail today."