I went away for 2 weeks at the beginning of April. On my return my slippers are nowhere to be found.
I love my slippers. They are purple felt and have moulded to my feet perfectly. They are wonderful and comfortable and most importantly, they keep my frozen toes a fraction of a degree above frostbite. I didn’t take them with me. This was my first mistake.
Nobody has seen my slippers. Everyone has denied seeing them. The dog has been interrogated and passed a lie detector.
Where. Are. My. Slippers?