A year or more ago, I mentioned that one of my pillow cases had disappeared someplace between the linen closet and the bedroom. The Squire has been complaining that his special pillow was missing. He’d spend what I considered an inordinate amount of money on a flatish pillow for me, and a practically-sleeping-sitting-up one for himself, and it was gooone!
Last night, being Saturday, I stripped and remade our bed, and decided to switch from the winter weight quilt to the lighter one for summer, which of course also meant changing around the pillow shams. I don’t bother to put our “real” pillows in the shams; I just use a old ratty pillow that nobody wants to sleep on. I prop them up against the pillows we actually use, so the bed looks finished.
So – when I removed one of the shams, there was The Squire’s extra firm pillow in the missing pillow case!
He, of course, knows nothing about this, but if it happened before breakfast today, he wouldn’t.
He’s cute, and I love him. And that’s all that matters.
thisendoftheswamp 
Glad to hear that the missing items have been returned by the Clock family.