A mystery... or am I going mad?
When I was at my Mum and Dad's last weekend, I put my grey sweatshirt on (that I bought in Los Angeles) just before Pete and I walked to the pub. However, at the last minute I decided it was too warm and left it behind.
The weird thing is, next day we couldn't find the sweatshirt. And it's still missing!
Could there be a Poltergeist in deepest Kent stealing clothing?