Husband has an appointment with a financial advisor this week, who rang to ask him to bring in identity documents for him to photocopy. I passed the message on. "You'll need your birth certificate," I said. He looked gloomy. "It used to be in the *designated place for such things*," I said helpfully. "It isn't now, I looked." "When you take things like that out, why on earth don't you put them straight back again?" I grumbled.
"Good question" said he.
"Good answer" said I.