“It is a truth universally acknowledged…” (one of the best opening lines of literature) that there is a hole in my living room.
Okay, maybe it’s not “universally acknowledged,” not even in my own household, but it’s true. There is a hole into which crochet hooks disappear and baby toy parts disappear. I think it’s going to get worse as the Wee One gets older, so I wonder if she made it?
I imagine to another universe or dimension. I hope the Doctor is there.
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Oh, I have holes like those all over the place. The good thing is, after a fortnight the items lost within their depths mysteriously reappear.
I would love for my items to reappear, flying back to me like a boomerang. So many crochet hooks. Hopefully, it would whizz or otherwise make a noise rather than just hit me.