Morty - it's simple....

METAMORPHOSIS!

The kitchen scissors vanish, and there's an extra spoon in the washing up bowl when you finish - metamorphosis.

Last night the pencil had disappeared from my music bag at choir practice, but lo and behold, there was a golf tee - metamorphosis.

And I've got a rare example of socks multiplying. The other day I spotted that Helen was wearing one, just one, of my green socks. She said she couldn't be bothered to look for the other one. Rather than cause a scene I thought I would wait until it was heading for the washing machine, spring it and return it to my own heap. I was too late, but when I went to the CLEAN washing pile to rescue it, there it was with it's brother. I just don't understand.

I wonder if Hans Blix would be any good at finding lost bits at Squilver.