I’ve never written a post with the title ‘my ghost scarf’ before. I hope it doesn’t disappoint. This is a true story. You can trust me on that because the person it happened to is me.
Last Thursday I had to go to the doctors. The GP I saw wasn’t my usual guy, but I was happy enough as he was young and nice and we had a bit of a banter. I don’t often hit it off with men who are examining the interior of my ear so it was quite a memorable meeting. Nonetheless, on Friday afternoon, I was extremely surprised to get a call from the same doctor. In the UK, getting an unsolicited phone call from your GP is rarer than a good Steven Seagal movie. The conversation went exactly like this:
“Hi Tracy, how are you feeling?”
“Not too bad, thanks”
“Great. Er…did you happen to leave your scarf at my surgery?”
OK, at this point I have to interrupt myself to tell you about my scarf. I love it. It’s the best scarf in the world, no exceptions. It’s also pretty unique, having been lovingly handcrafted by no other than kittynh, mother to Skepchick blogger Kitten. I wear the scarf everywhere in winter and take great care not to leave it anywhere. However….
“Noooo, I don’t think so. Unless it’s a huge purple and white one!”
“Yes, it is! It’s really long and fluffy.”
“That’s my scarf!”
I can’t tell you how distraught I was that I’d left my beloved scarf behind. I was so grateful to the thoughtful doctor for remembering me and calling. Today, I sent my hubby to the surgery to collect it. He came home and handed it to me…
…it’s not my scarf!!!