The poltergeist struck again. I left work, picked up my son from school, and came home. I then decided to do a bit of cleaning before dinner. When I lifted the skirting on the sofa in the living room to dust underneath it, that's how I discovered the poltergeist had absconded with a dinner plate. Whether the plate was from today's breakfast, yesterday's dinner, or possibly even older, I couldn't begin to guess. There wasn't any nastiness on the surface, thank goodness.
The strange bit is, we generally eat at the table in this household, rather than sitting in front of the TV, so I'm truly stumped as to how that plate found its way under the sofa.