A present...

... According to Himself, one must always have a torch to hand. (With charged batteries, checked regularly, and spares nearby).
Because, ‘you never know’...
(I certainly never knew, until I met him).

This one is my bedside torch.

It’s purple.

It might only look small but, it has a mighty beam.
(He won’t stint where torches are concerned).

We’ve had a stressful day in the torch department. One (!) of the hall torches was missing. (Neither of us remembered having used it).
After much emptying of cupboards it was found. In a shoe. (Guilty as charged. It was cluttering up the place and I had popped it in there to be out of the way)..
Order is restored.
All torches present and correct.

I must add that I am in a glass house and throwing no stones where this kind of (OCD?) behaviour is concerned; I confess there’s a particular kind of bothered that I only feel when a kitchen utensil is missing or in the wrong place.

‘Two for a pair’ as my Mum would have said.

(Yes. I haven’t been outside today).