Eureka

That moment of excited recognition when you finally find the sock that has been missing for three weeks, in your “smalls” drawer, still entangled with a pair of knickers by the miracle of static cling meaning that they must to be forcibly pulled apart, knowing deep inside you that it’s punishment for your slatternly approach to laundry which led you to bung everything into the dryer rather than gently and lovingly hanging it on the clothes line like a real wife and mother would.