The lost gloves on the fence of oblivion

I thought that the "feeling like a lost sock in the laundromat of oblivion" was a Douglas Adams quote, but I cannot find any evidence of that... Maybe a blipper can help me with my sourcing here.

A quick round of the parades at lunchtime when, luckily, it was barely raining. Otherwise, it was grey and dreich, and generally miserable. Several meetings, events online today kept me busy, but I also finished the proofs. Mr A cooked an excellent curry for dinner, and I've been busy catching up on emails since dinnertime. Several large aeroplanes have passed by in the last few minutes, quite close by. A mystery.