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I'm all for confusing husbands (or at least mine) . Poor next door's hubby has dementia, and we mislaid him today, luckily found him hiding behind a tree way up the top of the garden. That's when confusion is no laughing matter. I tell hubby to count his blessings....and eat his beans.
Gardening is an excuse not to do housework
Greetings from Salisbury
Qualified member of the Confused Nutter's Club