Let's see if you can figure out what happened faster than I did—

Me: Where's that bank thingy for the phone? Lisa wants to go to the cafe to work tomorrow when we wait for the kids to finish tennis. I might just work on my phone.

Husband: Bank? Oh, you mean the portable battery. It's in the cupboard on the landing.

I headed upstairs, found the battery exactly where he said it'd be, and put it on my bedside table to charge.

I went back downstairs to watch TV with our son.

5 minutes later, Husband went upstairs, then came back downstairs, tutting.

H: Where's that rucksack with the pads?

Me: Huh?

H: The one good for bringing laptops.

Me: In the storage cupboard. Why?

H: I can't find the battery.

Me: Which one?

H: The really small one. I think maybe it's in the rucksack.

Me: I don't know which battery you're talking about. But the rucksack is in the utility cupboard.

H dug through the utility cupboard, and found the rucksack.

H (frustrated): It's not there! We really must put it back after using it.

Me (knew better than to engage): Sure.

H: We keep losing it.

Me: Yes, that's not good.

H: I mean it (staring at me like it's my fault).

Me:…Do you mean the battery I was asking about? Were you looking for it for me?

H: YES!

Me: I…I found it. It's on my bedside table.

That evening, Lisa worked out that we had accidentally booked different Easter tennis clubs. So we won't be working in the cafe together.