Reward: $5000. Dead or Alive.
I am very annoyed. I’ve lost my ancient silk waistcoat. Have you seen it? It’s about 50 years old; yellow, and with hand-stitched embroidery on the front. A hand-me-down, obviously, but very beautiful, and far too valuable to misplace.
It has to be somewhere in the house, as it’s never been taken away since moving in here. I can picture it now, hanging up in the cupboard among all the other clothes, but I’ve had every garment I own out of there and laid on the bed, and most of them off their hangers, and I still can’t find it.
I have found a lot of other clothes that haven’t been worn in a long time, though.
Hmmm.
It’s so annoying. I wanted to wear it tomorrow night for our awards but now, of course, I can’t.
It’s going to be a long, long day. I have to go to the office first, and then right across town to the Expo in Olympia. Ugh. Nasty journey. Spend half of the day there, then … taxi, I guess … to the Hurlingham Club for a rehearsal of the awards in the afternoon. When I’m going to have time to check into tomorrow night’s hotel, I don’t know. Hopefully not three o’clock on Friday morning when we’ve finished the party.
It looks like it’s going to be a good night. I’ll be giving the shortest speech in the history of mankind (about four minutes, by my reckoning), after which, kicking back to enjoy dinner and drinks and hours of fun.
But all without my waistcoat.
I really liked it, too.
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