We all know there is a sock monster who hides under the bed, ready and willing to pounce on that stray sock, to drag it away so that it is never seen again. (no I don't mean a Dobe). Well I have now come to the conclusion he (the sock monster) has taken his thieving activities up a notch or two. Allow me to explain.
Every Christmas I take to hiding my Christmas presents so certain somebodies (hubby and son) can't find them.
I usually think up ingenious places to stash them and this year is no exception, except.
One of my gifts has gone missing. Now I have searched the area where I stashed it, from top to bottom, Toby helped me, bless, but nope, it has gone.
The other presents were all there, each and everyone. So of course suspicion fell on hubby and son. Well within seconds I knew it wasnt hubby because all last week he was with me in the UK, and I know it was there before we left. But the day I come to wrap them, one as I have said is missing.
Ah ha! It must be my son. But nope, I have grilled that boy to within an inch of his life and trust me, he cannot resist the onslaught of a mum on a mission when it comes to getting the truth out of him.
So I would like to send out an appeal.
Dear Sock Monster. ( I know it was you, who else could it have been?)
Please curtail your pilfering activities, it is bad enough we now all have odd socks to contend with, but to take someones Christmas present is just bad form.
Please return it so that when I search the area I hid the other presents in I find it.
Otherwise I will have no other recourse but to set Toby onto you and he will Doberchomp you into the next life with no hope of medical intervention being possible.