DH and I moved to a new town in February. Lovely place, lots of history and places of interest. Got chatting to one of our new neighbours shortly after moving in and after establishing we're interested in local history, old architecture and that sort of thing she said "oh, I've got a book somewhere called [title] with the routes of lots of different local walks you can do and explanations about the history of each place. I'll find it and you can borrow it." We expressed interest and gratitude-in-advance, but no book was forthcoming. Fair enough, no biggie.
About a fortnight or so ago I was chatting to one of my colleagues. She asked how we were settling in and we had a similar conversation about the local area. "Oh," says she, "I've got a book somewhere called [same title]...I'll find it and you can borrow it." I expressed interest and gratitude-in-advance but...you guessed it.
It's the book, isn't it? It's cursed with some kind of weird anti-memory force field. I'd buy a copy of the damn thing myself but my memory isn't great to start with.