Where does all the stuff go??

They were in my passport 😁

They turn into tupperware lids!

Keys are usually in the outside of the door or in my coat pocket. Apparently most people only have enough bandwidth to open the door and get themselves inside and put keys away. If you add to that a crying child or the postie a costing you or spotting an interesting letter on the doormat you are screwed.

DH and I spent several minutes searching for the teapot which lives either next to the kettle or in the tea cupboard. We have one straight pretty clear run of kitchen surface so it wasn't there nor in the tea cupboard. I left the room for a minute and returned to find him searching the plates cupboard with the teapot next to the kettle. Asked what he was looking for, still the teapot. There is no way we could both have missed it next to the kettle.

Try behind radiators. Thats where I found mine years later!

Found a bank card behind a radiator once, years after I lost it. Look there for
lost things!

Usually coat pocket in my case.

Look in the refrigerator and your utensil drawers.

That's just bizarre 😱

Reading this thread gives me hope, that it's not just me going gaga

I gave my son a tag for his keys with a small buzzer thing control kept by the phone. If he knows the keys are in the house, he can press the control button and the tag on the key makes a really loud noise

@bleepingbleepybleep
So glad...now, did you involve St Anthony at all?! 🤔

My mum used to wear an eternity ring of my Nan's ( her Mum). My mum got cancer and the ring became too big and she lost it. Looked everywhere for it - Mum lives alone in a one bedroom flat - and it never turned up.
About 18 months later, I took Mum out shopping and when we got back to her flat, there was the ring, sitting in the middle of a cushion on the settee. We both just stood staring at it!
No explanation.....

This is bizarre!!

Reckon it's been in a cushion cover somehow, hiding, and it's popped back out.

That would be the house pixies having a bit of fun.

Wow! Three weeks!

OP, my ex- DH once lost my mother’s car keys. At the time, we lived a three hour drive from her house - my sister had to drive my father home to get the spare ones, after we had torn the house apart to find them. (My DPs didn’t like my ex - this didn’t exactly endear him to them!) My ex was adamant that he had brought them in and put them down in the kitchen. They turned up under the back of the fridge when we moved house - I had been under the fridge with a wooden spoon to see if they were there at the time. I can only assume they had fallen off the fridge when someone opened the door, and had then been accidentally kicked under the fridge without being noticed.

Nan left me her engagement ring. One day couldn’t find it in my flat. Tore the place apart, nothing. Eventually conceded that I must’ve taken it off in the living room, put on top of newspaper then scooped up papers for recycling.

Went to a second hand jewellers, told man the story and asked if he had anything similar. As luck would have it, he did. Bought new ring from him; I could ill afford it at the time but my DPs would’ve been so upset with me for losing it. Man said he didn’t do refunds but I could come back and change it if I found my original one.

Get home, open bedside drawer (which I’d searched several times) and ring is sat there staring at me!

Once moved house. Packed jewellery in box, then in another box. Went to get pair of earrings and only one there. Decide it must have been lost in the move, even though everything else was in exactly the same place and nothing else missing. Got up a few days later and it was sat on top of my makeup bag!

One thing I never found was a bracelet. Got in bed and realised I still had it on. Took it off and put it on my bedside table. Never saw it again. I checked the table, drawers, floor, bedding….it just vanished! No one else who could’ve moved it, no animals etc. strange.

I once was really organised and bought next year's Christmas cards in the January sale.

A house move, and 15 years later they never have reappeared.

I can only think that dh did an unusual tidy and thought they were old cards and recycled it, although he denied it.

So who took our trombone?

Don't lose hope OP.

I share now the story of the remote control. This a long and tedious quest that ended happily, but is still a mystery.

Traditionally on Halloween I visit my DPs grave with fellow Goths to toast him. With alcohol, not like a marshmallow. I wear his totem necklace so last year I retrieved it from his precious accessory case, and was surprised to find the big remote control that I'd obviously put in there for safe keeping while packing up my bedroom to move house, which was chaotic in the extreme, and because of that, I'd forgotten it was in there and had to order a replacement. Hadn't looked in the case since June.

I chuckled and thought that's handy, if I lose the new one or it breaks, I know where there's a spare.

About three days later, I wake up having fallen asleep watching TV with new remote and other Internet gizmo thing on the bed, except the little white gizmo was there, but replacement remote was not.

I looked down both sides of the bed, there's no gap underneath, I have a sofa jammed up against the foot so it can't go there. I move the chair by the bed, shake out all bedding, go through a pile of clothes and go through the entire flat. Bleddy thing was nowhere to be found.

Two separate friends came round at different times, and were of course convinced I was just having a senior moment so we repeated the whole process together, to no avail.

Of course, I retrieved original remote from the case if precious things, shrugged and moved on with my life.

About four weeks later, I pick up a pile of dirty laundry from beside my bed - while I have a tendency to slatterny behaviour, I had done several loads of washing that accumulates in the same spot, and it had been hoovered more than once. Nestled in my smalls was the new remote. I will swear on late DPs grave that it had vanished into an onter dimensional portal for those four weeks. I now have three remotes on my bed, and keep a stern eye on them.

Amusingly, as I was typing "inter-dimensional portal" Ross Coulthard said exactly those words in the context of UAPs on YouTube. I am taking this as proof. Of what, I'm not sure. But I have hope for your keys OP !!

Have you asked St Anthony? He usually turns up good for me.

lol "socks reunited"