Last week, I was doing some ironing. I love ironing, there's something strangely relaxing about it, it must be the steam. Anyway, I ironed a pair of my pyjamas and left them in a neat pile with some other clothes. I was only about halfway through the basket when it was time for Duncan and I to go to fitness class. When we got home, I got changed and decided to finish the ironing before I went to bed.
When I went to put the ironing away, I noticed the pyjamas were gone. Everything else was still there but them. I hunted everywhere; in my wardrobe and drawers, in the loungeroom, in the laundry. I even checked the dirty clothes basket in case I'd absent-mindedly chucked them in there again. Duncan helped me look and he couldn't find them either. Eventually I could only come to one conclusion.....
I said to Duncan, "I think someone has been in our house and stolen my pyjamas."
He just laughed at me.
I wasn't panicking or anything and I knew this suggestion was as ludicrous as it sounded to Duncan but what else was I supposed to think? Why would anyone want to take my pyjamas? They aren't even good ones, they're just an old t-shirt with a goanna on it that I got in Coral Bay in 1996 and a pair of old pyjama shorts that are stretched and faded.
I went back into the bedroom and finally I spotted something lying on the floor and just poking out from under the bed. It was a pair of pyjamas! BUT they weren't the ones I was looking for. They were the pyjamas I was wearing that week. But hang on.....I was wearing them, wasn't I? I'd got changed into them when I got home, didn't I? Obviously not because there they were on the floor. SO what was I wearing? I looked down and sure enough I was wearing the clean ones that I'd just ironed and was meant to put away.
Duncan laughed at me again and just said, "Oh, honey!"
I'm going to put that incident down to tiredness after fitness class.
Or maybe I am just losing the precious few marbles I have left!