"Carry an umbrella before you go out, Si." you lovingly called out to Simon before he left the house in the afternoon after lunch to grab a beer with the boys. He gave you a cheeky salute and nodded.

"Will do, ma'am." he grins, turning his head to glance out the window. Yep, the sky's dry for now, but the clouds are grey, promising rain.

The first crack of thunder sounded about an hour after he left, a huge downpour following. Gee, thank the heavens you reminded him to carry something to stay dry from the rain on the walk home... right?

Just to double-check, you pass by his home office to see if he really did... and turns out he didn't. The long, sleek umbrella stands unused against the wall, dry, unlike Simon right about now probably.

Almost right on cue, the front door unlocks and the sound of squelching from heavy, drenched boots trudging onto the clean floors sound. A dishevelled, soaking wet Simon steps into view, rain drops still rolling off his face and dripping off his clothes.

".. soo... I forgot."