Morning
I pick up my keys,
"Hey Chris!" I shout. "Have you seen my shoes?"
The washing machine starts its spin cycle. It's 9.15am.
I scuff under the bed with a socked foot.
"Chris!"
There's a shuffling in the hall and the toilet door slams.
"Chris, did you hear? I can't find my shoes, they're not here."
An inaudible mutter comes from the toilet and a banging noise which sounds
as if someone is swinging a cat.
I ransack the kitchen.
"Chris you little sod! Where are my stinking shoes!!"
The bath taps start running.
I bang on the bathroom door.
"Oi Chris! Shoes! My shoes, have you seen them?!"
"...o.r who drinks beer" is all I can make out
"Right! That does it! I'm taking yours you selfish bastard!"
Moments later I storm out the flat.
.... The toilet door opens a crack, a pair of shoes are thrown out.
"Matt, your shoes are in here!"