Suddenly you're keeping ketchup in the fridge, when you used to keep it in the pantry. You've got chocolate on the top shelf all the time. You're tucking your sheet over you doona cover, when you used to fold it underneath. You can't remember your dad's birthday anymore. You no longer make that chilli con carne packet mix that a second-rate DJ introduced you to in London. Toilet paper has to be three ply. You feel like you're missing some vital ingredient, but you can't remember what it is.
