Where has my wife gone? The man who mistook his wife for a hat

Whilst shopping for Egyptian artefacts and pieces of toast with imprints of Jesus and Elvis on (oh Faye, your job is so wacky), I came across this book. My imagination has been running wild all day with the notion of a man mistaking his wife for a hat. I wonder if when he (like my dad when he loses his glasses) realises she is on his head? Why doesn’t she pipe up? Some women mistake their boyfriends for door mats. I am going to experiment mistaking my boyfriend for my window boxes and pour water over him first thing in the morning with a watering can. Anything would be better than a rubbish bin. Needless to say, I bought the book.