My New Year's Challenge

Well it's that time of year where it is traditional to reflect on the year that has passed; what we have learnt, seen, done etc. However, I have really not had time for any of that yet as having just returned from Bournemouth I am immediately faced with the same quandry that has been challenging me for months.

Where on earth is all my underwear?

Now the thing is I live on my own, so wherever it is, it MUST be where I put it but can I find any?

I always seem to be putting stuff in the wash, hanging it up to dry and taking it off the drier but somewhere between the drier and the drawers in my bedroom there must be the equivalent of the bermuda triangle for underwear (or perhaps I should call it the "bermuda shorts" triangle - although I can assure you I have never worn or owned a pair bermuda shorts. To be honest I'm not even sure what they are!)

In an attempt to rectify the problem I have found myself in the past doing what one should never do; buying new stuff. Unfortunately it appears this is analagous to buying a starving man a fish when one should really be buying him a fishing rod. It is only a sticking plaster solution. And more to the point the new stuff goes missing as well! Honestly, there are people starving in the world and I am spending large proportions of my salary on pants! So I am determined that before this year is out I will seek out all my underwear. I will leave no stone unturned (although I really hope they aren't in the garden - ew) until we are reunited. Think of me: I may be gone some time.