A letter

Last night, and before I went to work this morning, I had the entire house in uproar because I couldn't find my slippers, and I hate, hate, hate going barefoot.

Then, at work in Sir's office, dealing with the 32,735 emails he gets, I read this:

The Editor
Post Newspapers

Dear sir/madam

I have a story I believe will be of great interest to your readers. I have taken the liberty of sending it as complete copy:

Gorgeous husband finds lost items

Lesley Zampatti of Menora is in for a pleasant surprise when she returns home from work today.

In her absence, her dashing yet diligent husband, David, has located her slippers and dressing-gown behind their bedroom door, where she had neglectfully discarded them.

Mr Zampatti refused to be drawn into criticism of his wife, saying only that she was “easily distracted these days” and should “up the dose”.

He dismissed suggestions of a reward, claiming that his wife’s happiness was all he ever asks for.

ENDS

I can send photos of the items, including one involving the family pet, Yoshi (who was obviously pleased and excited to see the slippers again), if required.

Best wishes,

Anonymous