The A (for A read Alzheimers) team arrived last Sunday to look for my door. They managed to cobble together five magnets, poles and pipes and long bits of rope. They thought they had located it but couldn't be sure. In the end they gave up and we all went our seperate ways, mostly in the direction of a drink.
While I was out the three younger members of our community (with a little help from the dog) tried to locate it. They failed as well.
I thought I had photos of the attempted door rescue but I had put the camera on the wrong setting and all I had was a couple of blurry videos, mainly of my thumb and the ground and a background voice saying 'have you found it yet?'
Who did I accuse of having Alzheimers?
