Steve was sixty-seven years old, and he had a small problem. Well, actually, it was becoming a big problem. Steve was forgetting things. Lots of things.

He forgot where he put his keys. He forgot why he walked into the kitchen. He forgot the name of his next-door neighbour, even though they had lived side by side for twelve years.

“Morning, Steve!” the neighbour would say.

“Morning… er… mate!” Steve would reply, smiling nervously.

Steve lived in a quiet village in the English countryside with his two best friends: Bobby and Uschi. Bobby was an eleven-year-old chocolate Labrador with soft brown eyes and a slow walk. Uschi was a yellow Labrador, nearly nine years old, and she still had plenty of energy. She loved chasing rabbits, even though she never caught one.

One Tuesday morning, Steve stood in the middle of his living room. He was holding a cup of coffee in one hand and a biscuit in the other.

“Right,” he said to the dogs. “I need to find my glasses.”

Bobby looked up from her bed and yawned. Uschi wagged her tail.

Steve searched the kitchen table. No glasses. He checked the bathroom shelf. No glasses. He looked under the sofa cushions. Still no glasses.

“Where did I put them?” he asked himself. “And why did I put them there?”

He walked into the garden. Bobby followed slowly. Uschi ran ahead and started digging a hole near the fence.

“Uschi, stop that!” Steve called. Then he paused. “Wait. What was I looking for?”

He stood in the garden for a full minute, thinking hard.

“Was it my phone? No, I had my phone this morning. Or did I? Where is my phone?”

He patted his pockets. No phone. He went back inside and checked the kitchen. No phone. He checked the bedroom. No phone.

Bobby walked over and sat down next to Steve. She looked up with her big brown eyes, as if to say, “Do not worry, Steve.”

“Thanks, Bobby,” Steve said. “At least I remember your name.”

Then the front door bell rang. Steve opened the door. A woman stood there with a clipboard.

“Hello, Mr Henderson. I am from the village council. I am here about the garden fence.”

“Ah, yes,” Steve said. “The fence. Of course. Come in, er…”

“It is Mrs Palmer,” she said.

“Mrs Palmer! Yes, of course. Sorry. My memory is not what it used to be.”

Mrs Palmer smiled kindly. “That is quite all right, Steve. We all forget things sometimes.”

They talked about the fence for ten minutes. When Mrs Palmer left, Steve closed the door and turned around.

“Right, dogs. Now, what was I doing before that?”

He looked down at his hand. He was still holding the biscuit. But the cup of coffee was gone.

“Where is my coffee?” he said.

Uschi barked once and walked towards the kitchen. Steve followed her. There, on the kitchen counter, was his cup of coffee. It was cold now.

“Oh, thank you, Uschi,” he said. “Good girl.”

He picked up the coffee and took a sip. Then he felt something on top of his head. He reached up and touched it.

His glasses.

They were on his head. They had been on his head the whole time.

Steve laughed loudly. Bobby barked. Uschi jumped up and put her paws on Steve’s knee.

“I am a silly old man,” Steve said, still laughing. “I spent twenty minutes looking for my glasses, and they were on my head!”

He sat down in his armchair and drank his cold coffee. Bobby lay down at his feet. Uschi curled up on the rug.

“You know,” Steve said to the dogs, “I might forget where my keys are. I might forget the name of my neighbour. I might even forget why I walked into a room. But I will never forget you two.”

Bobby thumped her tail on the floor. Uschi licked Steve’s hand.

And then Steve remembered something important.

“Oh!” he said. “My phone. I left it in the fridge.”

He went to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and there it was, sitting next to the butter.

“Well,” Steve said, shaking his head. “At least it will not get too warm in there.”

He picked up the phone and saw a message from his Sister. It said: “Steve, please do not put your phone in the fridge again.”

Steve smiled. She knew him too well.

He sat back down with his two dogs, his cold coffee, and his glasses still on his head. He might forget lots of things, but life with Bobby and Uschi was always warm, always funny, and never boring.

And that, Steve decided, was all he really needed to remember.

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Vocabulary Notes

Nervously (adverb)
Meaning: In a way that shows you are worried, anxious, or slightly afraid about something. When you do something nervously, you might shake, stutter, or feel uncomfortable because you are unsure of what to do.
Example: “Morning… er… mate!” Steve would reply, smiling nervously.
Similar words: anxiously, worriedly, uneasily, tensely.

Countryside (noun)
Meaning: An area of land outside towns and cities. It is usually full of farms, fields, forests, and small villages. It is the opposite of an urban area or a busy city.
Example: Steve lived in a quiet village in the English countryside with his two best friends.
Similar words: rural area, the country, the outdoors, nature.

Paused (verb – past tense of ‘pause’)
Meaning: To stop doing something for a short time before continuing. People usually pause to think, to remember something, to catch their breath, or to let someone else speak.
Example: “Uschi, stop that!” Steve called. Then he paused.
Similar words: stopped, hesitated, waited, broke off.

Kindly (adverb)
Meaning: In a gentle, caring, and friendly way. When someone speaks or acts kindly, they are showing that they care about your feelings, are polite, and want to help you.
Example: Mrs Palmer smiled kindly. “That is quite all right, Steve. We all forget things sometimes.”
Similar words: gently, warmly, sweetly, sympathetically.

Thumped (verb – past tense of ‘thump’)
Meaning: To hit or strike something heavily, making a loud, dull, and heavy sound. In the context of the story, it describes the rhythmic, heavy sound of a happy dog’s tail hitting the hard floor.
Example: Bobby thumped her tail on the floor.
Similar words: banged, hit, struck, pounded.

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