The Borrowers is a book written by Mary Norton about a family of tiny people who lived in an old house and borrowed everything they needed from humans. I think that The Borrowers live with me now.
Ever since I moved to this house household items have been disappearing. Not things that were lost in the move, things that I had when I got here and now I don’t have.
There was the little plastic gizmo that threaded my measuring cups on. I haven’t seen it for months. Where did it go? It is of no earthly use for anything else.
Then a couple of weeks ago the cork coaster that belongs with my glass coffee maker. I had it when I stored it in the kitchen cupboard. Now it’s gone.
I went to my household basket where I store cleaning cloths and the like. I had a nice Norwex rubber bristled brush. I usually keep it in there. It wasn’t there today.
Where are all these things going. OK I know I can be absent minded. I plead guilty to leaving my watch in my dressing gown pocket for over a week. But these things all belong in the kitchen and two of them belong with specific items. It has to be The Borrowers doesn’t it?