I have searched high and low for two weeks for a favoured beret. The local well kept public toilets we have, was the place I believed I had mislaid it, if not there, then the church where the walkers I stomp around with, partook of their refreshment, (including munching home-made cake). Friends checked the church after their Sunday service, to no avail. The nice guy I saw at the council enquiry desk said they could contact the people who clean the public W.C's. It's a contracted out service. I trudged around all the shops I remembered at some point in time visiting. The lady in the cafe searched in her store cupboard; I looked through all my shopping bags, coat pockets, and checked to see if my beret was tucked inside any other hat.
Today, my old fleece got an airing. I was puzzled by a bit of padding on the left side. There was nothing in the pocket. Oh! brainwave...quickly unzipping the fleece, I probed around in an open area of lining, pulled out to the light a bunched up soft wadge. YAY!!!!!!! my beret. The embarrassing thing is, I just do not remember when I last wore the old fleece. Beret and that fleece just do not connect up, no wonder I didn't find it.
Now, I must tell all those kind people who went searching for my hat that it has turned up.
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