Oh, there's an app for finding lost tops (I think).
Oh, bummer. I feel for you.;)) I too like mine shaken, not stirred.;))xoxo
Sorry for your loss. And you just made me think of one of my favorite Wendy Cope poems:The day he moved out was terrible –That evening she went through hell.His absence wasn’t a problemBut the corkscrew had gone as well.
Thanks for the commiseration, all. :)Brilliant poem, Peter.
I keep a corkscrew in my desk at work: sign of an optimist.
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