I was in the bathroom this morning wondering,
Why, in a household of three people, do we have twelve toothbrushes.
They are everywhere. In the bathroom cupboard, on the bathroom window ledge, in the holder in the back laundry and a special one that no one seems to know who owns, wearing a hat.
Mine is Number 1. Ok, I own number 2 as well. I haven't left my toothbrush out of the cupboard since the children found a cockroach clinging to the head of it one night when I was in bed. You may remember they took time to have a good laugh and take photos before they flicked the cockroach away.