Yesterday I couldn’t find the leather gloves used for outside. Looked in all the places where I had been the previous day. Even across the road in a paddock, as foxes tend to grab items at night and then leave them in a pile, like some sort of booty or treasure. The large pot where they are always left was looked at several times, all to no avail. Then I felt to look deeper in the pot, much deeper than before, and there they were, nearly out of sight, only just visible.