In Which I Am Puzzled
I seem to be pretty much on my own this afternoon in the quiet corner of the house, so that leaves me plenty of time to catch up with my correspondence (“Dear Mrs Trellis, Thank you for your kind words but I find I am unable to take part in a Stalk-and-Snatch weekend with a Humphrey Littleton theme…….”)
But there’s one thing nagging me. I use rubber gloves for housework and washing up and one of them has disappeared. I simply can’t function without them (Manual labour without gloves darlings? Do you want me to die a lingering death by cuticle damage?) I’ve checked around the house and it’s not discarded anywhere.
It’s not enough rubber for Girl to be interested in and poor NML has been soooo ill recently that she won’t have had the strength to lift it.
Now unless Vitriolica has been dressing up Zoë as a model for her “Edward Rubber Hands” painting, I’m at a loss as to what has happened to it.
I haven’t yet checked the gazebo, or the rest of the garden and I suppose it may have been discarded by the ha-ha during our Summer Solstice party so once this rain is over, I’ll make a last ditch effort to find it.
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