Who moved my cheese?
We rushed back to Brixton for the 12 Gospels Service, and my wife Val forgot to hang the Pascha cheese to drip. She did it in the evening when we got back. And this morning, when our son wanted a shower, she said he couldn't have one, or else she would be asking "Who moved my cheese?"
In the few minutes between arriving home from one service and rushing off to the next, there are always 25 things to do. "Do you have a stapler?" "I want to fetch the post". And now, "Who moved my cheese?"