Where on earth do they go?
I guess you wonder what? Cats? Hours? Calories? So many things
But in this instance cutlery.
Well more specifically teaspoons.
Where do they go?
After work today ... yes today a Saturday ... one of the things we did was buy teaspoons as the 'nice ones' we like have vanished, again.
I use this ... the text from my LSNED page today .
Today we bought teaspoons ... again. Where on earth do they go. We never take them out of the house but they vanish. They are too small to go down the plughole. They are too solid to melt. The cats, to our knowledge, don’t steal them ... though in fairness anything is possible. Mugs seem to breed, plates and bowl appear to remain fairly constant. We have plenty of knives and forks ... it is just the teaspoons we seem incapable of holding on to. Perhaps the teaspoons are metamorphosing into plates and bowls, presumably to have a more pleasant experience when it comes to meal times. Being dunked daily in boiling hot liquids must violate cutlery and crockery rights. Perhaps the teaspoons are committing teaspoon suicide to escape such torture. However, on surfingt he net I find this is not a problem unique to us. Plenty of others suffer from teaspoon loss - there was even a scientific study about it - seriously ... I kid you not. Check out http://www.telegraph.co.uk/science/science-news/3349255/OK-whos-got-all-the-teaspoons.html
It seems, however, that where Science has failed history has the answer in one of the older nursery rhymes
that forms my quote for today.

A mystery indeed
It was actually quite interesting googling as it seems to be a phenomenon that isn't unique to us.
I even found a poem about it.
Missing Teaspoons
I've a sorry tale to tell
Its a tale of loss and woe
Its a table top tragedy
One you may already know
Yes, it's very sad
But please, don't shed a tear
It's just that somehow, gradually
All my teaspoons disappear
So often I've come home brandishing
A gleaming carousel of tools for eating
Knowing that the smallest will soon be vanishing
And that my possession of them will be fleeting
I always start with six
Apparently that's the number for a feast
And nothing seems amiss
For a month or two at least
Then without any kind of warning
They start to leave me one by one
Until I wake one morning
To find that I have none
I can keep a whole set of knives
And forks present no problem
My dessert spoons have nine lives
But teaspoons? I always need more of them
I don't know where they go
They're all missing in action
And it casts a gloomy shadow
On my scooping satisfaction
Now I know just what you're thinking
It's something round about:
'When he clears up after his tea drinking
He accidentally throws them out'
Well that's not the root of my conundrum
I can say with certainty
You see the worst thing about my problem
Is that I never, ever drink tea
So perhaps my kitchen has a small black hole
That attracts only spoons meant for tea
Suddenly sucking them in and swallowing them whole
While ignoring all other cutlery
Or maybe my attic has a nocturnal creature
With a teaspoon predeliction
It's habit having the fearsome feature
Of being my kitchen affliction
I've sought them here, I've sought them there
I've sought my darned teaspoons everywhere
I've dowsed with rods, I've consulted runes
But still I am eluded by those Scarlet Pimperspoons
So should you ever see a hirsute man, rummaging about
Please, don't lable him a loon
It's probably me, why not help me out?
In my hunt for a missing teaspoon.
Mike Michaels
OK enough about spoons - that has to be one of the most bizarre blog posts I have done.
I have another page to share made with Dawn's fabulous new Coffee Break Collection. It is seriosuly scary how many photos we have of us with fraps.
Today I am thankful for
- new teaspoons ... long may they last
- finding almost as good as Asda-now-discontinued-freshly-baked- healthy granola bars

