THIS MONTH... RELIVING AN INFAMOUS HORROR STORY
THIS MONTH... RELIVING AN INFAMOUS HORROR STORY
Yesterday I was crossing the kitchen intent on popping two eggs into a saucepan to boil for breakfast, when my wife called goodbye as she set off for work. I scurried to the front door to say farewell… and returned to the kitchen with empty hands. Where the eggs had gone was a mystery. Somewhere en route to the front door I’d put them down, meaning they really had to be in the living room, but I checked on top of every surface and under every cushion on the sofa and chairs and they’d evaporated into thin air.