Mum loves it when things happen just spot on.
Like a few days ago when she turned on the car and a big number rolled round. It was 2162!!!!
Or, when she had a filling a few weeks ago on 9/21/21 the tooth was number 21!
Dad doesn’t get it.
Some might think she has lost the plot.
Do any of you get a kick out of this sort of thing?
All that interests me are the number of bones in my box!