I spent a short while just up the road in St Anne's Park the other day, wandering around the rose garden in the pleasant sunshine. I came across this lonely glove on the ground and was sufficiently intrigued to stop and take a photo of it. I wonder what story there is behind this? How come one glove from what I presume from the label was a pack of two pairs came to be lying there all alone? It seems unlikely that it just fell un-noticed out of the pack, yet it's hard to think of any other way it came to be there. Is it a child's glove? If so, did the child in question suddenly feel chilly and beg its parent to be allowed to wear its new gloves? Did the child drop the lone glove accidentally out of the pack while pulling out a pair to put on?
Mysteries. Mysteries ...
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