We have a dozen cups at least, and while I don't feel I am particular about many things I have a favourite cup to have my coffee out of.
So why, when there are other cups on the shelf does Andrew insist on using my cup. Is it just forgetfulness, does he not realise the importance of coffee/milk/sugar balance that my coffee cup so perfectly provides or is it his subtle way to screw with my head?
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If he's anything like Nick, he probably doesn't even realise he's doing it. I find it constantly astonishing that when I do the laundry, Nick ends up with a clean pile of all his favourite clothes, but when he does the laundry--and bless him for doing it so often--he . . . well, frankly, I don't know where he finds some of the clothes he washes, it's been so long since I've worn them.
It's not for lack of trying: he simply doesn't notice.
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