The case of the disappearing shawl

Now if only I had the five find outers and dog to call upon. All it would have taken was an excellent tea with cake, scones (lashings of jam), ham sandwiches, tomatoes lemonade and to push them over the edge, ice cream. Alas, I have no one but my rather inadequate eyesight and hapless grumbling as I meander in a oddly purposeful yet helpless manner trying to discover it’s whereabouts. I could have (and do indeed) sworn that I had it wrapped around my person on Friday at some stage before it inexplicably vanished come time to leave the office. I did not waste any of my beseeching looks on my rather merry colleagues that evening as giggly and strident folk tend not to be overly concerned with missing garments, especially if they can have trouble comprehending the specific article of clothing under discussion. A blissfully wasted weekend does not magically bestow it negligently draped over my chair on the Monday morning and my queries are met by surprise and bafflement. It seems to be a day to be baffled. First, a team member quits and vanishes without a trace in a manner worthy of Mr. Bourne leaving the rest of us flummoxed. And then, eventually, I remember my poor shawl and again, am baffled as to its absence from this office. Unless of course, someone has decided it will make a nice warm rug for their pet. This is HK, no one would deign to steal a shawl sans pedigree and label. Which is perhaps why, no one is offering to help me hunt it down.