At the risk of repeating myself – – Tiki reminds me quite often of how this irks her — in old age one spends a proportion of the day searching for an item that has either been lost or, hopefully, misplaced. Just this morning I spent the greater part of two hours searching for my missing sock!
As Tiki deservedly sometimes likes to sleep in, before I get into bed at night I remove my clothing and drape it over the rail of the stairs outside of our bedroom, so as not to disturb her when I arise in the morning. When I do arise, I take my clothes from the railing and place them in, I must admit, a somewhat disorderly fashion on the back of my chair in the loungeroom.
Nevertheless, it was still a complete surprise to me that when I decided to remove my jumper (that’s Aussie for pullover or sweater!) in order to change my shirt, that the hitherto untraceable sock should fall to the floor, at my feet!