Oh where oh where has my needle gone?

Is it somewhere on my new work table (aka the dining room table)?

Is it somewhere on, or near, the cutting mat?

Is it stabbed somewhere in the ironing board?

Or stuck in the half-done cottages I thought I'd get finished this morning (if it weren't for the lost needle)?

Maybe the post box gobbled it up?

Perhaps it's stitching away industriously, under its own steam, doing the hem of this tablecloth smock?

Maybe one of the nine new needlecases has claimed it for its own?

(After all, what is a needlecase without needles?)

Or maybe my bottom will find it when I next sit down on the chair where I was stitching before I lost it?

I DO have more than one needle (obviously) but there is something so disconcerting about a lost one in the hub of the home!  I wonder whose foot will find it first?