I Have Something to Say

I'm sick to death of losing things. Really genuinely, but not literally, pissed off with myself. Know what I've lost now? A needle. Luckily it's threaded so it ought to be slightly easier to find. But it isn't on top of my head like my keys. Or dangling from a lampshade like my specs.

The Lord and master reasoned that I'm not likely to have put it anywhere dangerous, am I, but I'm scared to sit down