A dark sock, that wasn't mine,  covered in stars arrived
at my other desk the other day and I have watched its
progress. First, Kobain, the cat, slept on it for a number
of days. Then it just sat on the table while the cat was
away, and, now, it is on the floor in front of the table. As
I've said: this sock is not mine. I don't know where it comes
from and who it belongs to, unless it is Joan's.