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I am rushing to get the bus to see a talk. I can’t find my hearing aid.
The chance to get the bus comes and goes and while searching for missing hearing aid, I find the batteries for my back up.
After midnight, I return from a night of painting Falmouth a light shade of red and see the bag of nuts I had moved to my side table.
I remember, without my glasses on, picking up nuts from my bedside table – where I put my hearing aid at night – after the bag had spilled out the night before. I remember the feel of a large nut that I guessed was a Brazil.
Seeing the bag of nuts that I had folded up on the side table, I have an idea. I look inside and lo and behold, my hearing aid is in there.
I went on a yoga weekend last new year’s eve.
There was a hot tub, which in me induced extra sleep.
A friend had persuaded me to come on this weekend and she also found 4 days without alcohol and with a hot tub meant lots of rest. So she brought a plate of monkey nuts from the kitchen to the room we were both in.
I had booked on this weekend at last minute, so people had been paired off into twin rooms. It was only by warning the venue organisers that we both snored, that we were both in the same room. Therefore we had a plate of monkey nuts to enjoy while reading in between yoga, hot tub and food. And sleeping.
No, Apple Mac, organisers is spelt in English with an s.
Plate of monkey nuts demolished, my friend scoops the shells onto the plate and takes them to the kitchen where she leaves them on the side.
I go to put my hearing aid on to go to dinner but can”t find it.
After a few minutes of panic, I work out that my hearing aid was on the side near the monkey nut shells and resembles these in both colour and shape.
I run to the kitchen and find the plate of empty nut shells.
There amongst them is my hearing aid.