While I was at work on Friday afternoon I took my gloves off to wash up. When I turned round one of them had vanished.

This morning I was on the gate, greeting children as they came in for the second week of Easter playscheme. A boy of about six came in and immediately said to me, “I took your glove last week.”

I asked him why he’d taken it and he said, “So I could pretend to be you and say ‘biscuit’.”

I explained why I wore the gloves and how without them my hands got sore, and I made sure he understood that taking things without asking was wrong. He promised to return the missing glove tomorrow.