An unsatisfying resolution
I've not been posting here in a while, and it seems to me that one reason why not is that I increasingly don't feel as if I have the brain-
Perhaps, therefore, I should begin to fix this by posting short and/or inconsequential things. To kick off with, here's one that is both.
I lost a sock the other week. I did it in the way you normally lose socks: at one time I had N socks, and at a time considerably later I had N-
(That's what makes the sock lost, of course –
I looked for it everywhere, and it didn't turn up. I resigned myself to having only N-
So I found the sock in the same way as I lost it: I don't know what thing I did caused it to reappear.
That's the worst way to find a sock. The problem is solved, but in a way that sheds no light on the mystery! Arrrgh!
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Our socks (and toddler T-shirts, and sometimes even adult T-shirts) get lost in the corners of pillowcases and duvet covers. If that happened, it's plausible it came back out again next time it went through the wash.
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Personally — and I should prefix this by saying I'm not obsessive-compulsive, honest — I seem to have devised a system where I wash seven "units" of laundry at a go. One unit is t-shirt+pants+socks or a sweatshirt. Jeans, duvet cover, or fitted sheet+two pillowcases are each two units.
This means I know if something's gone missing between loading and unloading the washing machine, and invariably I find it in a duvet case. Or not: having got frustrated at how things trapped in a duvet case didn't get rinsed or spun properly, I now wash duvet cases done up and the problem has gone away.
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