“I find that really helpful to imagine my mind as loads of little compartments. It makes keeping track of everything tons easier!”John darted a lo...k their way, and the lightning wavered as his concentration slipped for a moment. He hurriedly focused on it again, then tried to imagine making compartments in his mind. He grunted in amusement as he pictured ... three ... metaphysical boxes, his subconscious refusing to let him imagine any more. So much for loads of compartments! Still he had to. "As they sipped their coffee and chatted about a little of everything, Sarah's eyes kept drifting back to Wendell's dad. It was clear where Wendell got his good looks. The man was four or five inches taller and fifty pounds heavier but he might have been mistaken for the boy's older brother. She figured he had to be around forty but with his clear eyes, wrinkle-free face and powerful, trim body, he looked much younger. The resemblance between the two was remarkable. She wondered what Eli looked. He planned the whole thing. He bought the food and planned the menu. Our 13-year-old adopted son, James, was encouraged to be at home by a certain time. The celebration was going to be family affair with some time set aside for adult time. I made of a point of shaving my legs and trimming things up a bit before dinner. I went looking for something to put on but was unsure – with our son in the house what the expectation was. I still wasn’t dressed when he came into the dressing area looking. And ... well, female brains don't work the same way as guy's brains do, do they?From a young age, Mel and some of her girlfriends – mainly because they lived local, I'd thought -- had taken to tagging along behind my group of mates and myself. Even, volunteering to make up the numbers in more than the odd football and cricket team as time went on. Bugger, as I recall, for a while there, Mel was dab 'and with a cricket bat, and she could have taught some of the lads on the school football teams.