Yeah? What?

Just chillin' out under my washing ;)

I went off for a shower earlier and when I came out one of my socks was missing. I knew I'd left them just outside the door and Brian had been skulking about when I'd gone in so I was shaking my finger at him and demanding "wheres my sock? What have you done with my sock you ginger sock thief menace?" He looks up at me, totally bemused, like "well, even if I knew I wouldn't tell you!". I berated him some more but he wasn't much interested and turned his back on me and went to sleep.

Then realised I'd hoovered it up by accident.*

I'm not telling him that though, he may not have stolen the sock but I know he's plotting something...


*Seriously, I'd actually hoovered it right up! I would never have known if I hadn't spotted it through the clear drum. I may be losing my mind! Unless IT WAS THE CAT! Only he really hates the hoover so that seems unlikely...