The Lost Hat

Dammit I’ve gone and lost my hat. How the heck did I do that? I swear it was there a minute ago, now it’s decided not to show. I’ve searched the house high and low, even the shed which I never go, but it’s just disappeared, as if like magic; my favourite hat, it’s simply tragic! Ah there goes the door, my wife I presume she’ll know where it is, of that I assume. She said with a shrug and a roll of her eyes, ‘The hats on your head, which doesn’t surprise!’