Is nothing sacred? I had a chunk of Gruyere cheese for supper tonight but did not finish eating it. I set it aside on the table beside my recliner, along with part of a slice of toast, to munch on this evening. I got up and did the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen, then got my laptop from the office and returned to my recliner to write this story. And lo and behold, my chunk of cheese is gone! The piece of toast was still there; I had set the cheese on the toast for later. Continue reading The cheese stealer. Pépère’s tools.