Bread crumb trails.
Being with my man is like being in a constant game of hide and seek, except instead of using people he plays with anything and everything he picks up.

His worst item is tea towels. He has a habit of putting them over his shoulder and taking them around with him all day. I've become used to feeling like a little detective (which is a bit fun) and following the trail to see where it could be today. Sometimes it's on top of the wardrobe, sometimes stuck down the couch, others on the floor or mixed in with the bed covers. Occasionally he's still got it and just forgotten it's sat on him.

Now it's spreading to everything else he could possibly use meaning that we both now have to play detective. We spent an hour the other day trying to find where he put my hairbrush because he'd lost his (by putting it down somewhere). The living room, bedroom and dining room were turned upside down. We looked under the desk, down the back of the bed and even in the washing pile. It turned up a few hours later in the drinks cabinet.
( vix0r was not Matthew on, Tue 9 Aug 2011, 11:27, Reply)