It was 21º – F this morning, and even by my standards, that is darned cold. The Squire decided to wear a coat when he left for the gym, and when he put it on he discovered the pockets were full of “stuff”. Brown paper napkins from a restaurant and a fistful of candy.
When I reminded him that I don’t wear his clothes, he muttered “Well, somebody has been”. And then the light dawned.
“Oh, no! This isn’t my coat!”
We made a quick rundown of the places he’s been recently – a funeral and to church, and that’s about it, and he didn’t bother with a coat the day of the funeral. He’ll send out a shotgun email to the parish and see if he can return it to the proper person. If not, it’s a really nice coat.
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