Hunting High and Low
Lost things are always in the last place you look. This we know.
I’ve lost a thing. I’m looking for it. I’m running out of places to look.
I’ve emptied every drawer in the house and “gone through” it.
I don’t want to run out of places. Then I’ll get that wave of exasperation and know that I actually have lost it.
(Don’t worry, I can get another – it’s just ANNOYING!!)
Unless it’s in the last place I look.
I wonder where that’ll be.
In the meantime I’m going to have a scone.