At home, my husband's best white linen shirt vanishes. He spends two hours looking for it and then comes to the conclusion that only one thing could have happened. It has dematerialised. My agnostic better half is on the brink of an astonishing enlightenment that threatens to bring him to belief in the possibility of supernatural events when I happen to telephone. He had left it in a particular spot, on the floor, so leaving the house early that morning and stumbling over it, I had naturally put it in the washing machine. I tell him he is lucky it didn't go the way of discarded socks and end up in the bin. He remains agnostic.
