Tell me about a random unsolved mystery in your life....

murmuration could the building be an automatic toilet? We have a few in our town of a more updated design but similar dimensions.

My mystery is where my one and only photo of me as a baby went to. I was given it by a relative and I put it on the side in the kitchen. It was a large size photo -about 8" x 10" - and I loved it so. Another relative came to visit and I was talking about the photo and then trotted off to fetch it from the place where it had lived since I received it. GONE! and never seen again .
That was many moons ago and the whole kitchen was remodelled from floor to ceiling . No sign of the photo. I miss my little self.

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Oh, Nursey, that sort of happened in my bed this evening as I was putting DDs to bed; I left DD1 (3) in her dressing gown sitting looking at a book on top of the duvet of our made double bed while I went downstairs with baby DD2 to fetch her a drink. I came back upstairs, read bedtime story and was about to tuck her in (we cosleep) when she said, with a very, very straight face "Oh mummy, who did that poo on the bed?" gesturing toward a spot next to where I was sitting. And sure enough, there next to me was a sort of beige, gloopy, mucousy smear with a 5p sized plop of poo in it, just sitting on my lovely crisp duvet. I assumed she must have had a little "wet and windy", but she was adamant she had not and hadn't been on my side of the bed. Checked her bum but not a smear, and she would normally tell the truth about most things. Not so much of a mystery really, I'm almost certain it DID come from her, but reading your post so soon after made me laugh. One genuine mystery is this though: 15 years ago I had spent a week developing the backgarden in the shared house where I lived into a garden. I had finally got to enjoy filling the beds with plants from the garden centre, it looked gorgeous. Our garden was walled on all sides with no access from street or surrounding houses (looong row of terraces) save over said brick walls. The following morning I went out the back to inspect my handiwork only to find that where I had planted a large lavender bush there was now only a hole in the ground. All other plants (100s of pounds worth) remained in place save for this one lavender bush which had been removed by someone or something (which had somehow managed to get into our garden) under the cover of darkness. We never found the plant and could never figure out what happened.

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murmur I'll do my best. I've got access to all sorts of mapping tools. One of them will have a label for it! Check back tomorrow....

Oh wow, alabaster, that would brilliant! Thanks so much! I know it's all very prosaic, but I've obviously been wondering about it for years now :)

After much zooming in the Google view, it looks like there are no words there, either. I assume that had been taken before I went past, as didn't they do that 5-6 years ago? I wonder if the sign was actually an illicit label and that's why it got chipped off. It looked very smooth and proper, though, not like graffiti.

DH used to wear a silver chain around his neck. One day he sat in the garden trying to catch some sun. He took it off and put it in the middle of the coffee table. Later I reminded him to put it back on as it was still sat in the middle of the table. We went out of the room together to the kitchen and came back in and he asked where it was. It had vanished. Only us in the house. The table was very heavy and solid and was sat on a rug roughly twice it's size. I never actually moved the table to vac under it as it was so heavy.
3 years later we moved house and DH moved the table and I lifted the rug. Dead centre of the rug, middle of the coffee table was the chain. I never figured out how it got there. The bottom of the table was flat so it can't have simply fallen on the floor and been pushed under with the vac.

murmur I suspect it's to do with an underground utility. My guess by the age of the brickwork that its bt/gpo. There are several small concrete lidded chambers in the verge around it. Records of such are part of my work. I'll look tomorrow for you!

The returning key ring has freaked me out!! And the journal and scarf coming back...

x-post!

alittlefaith I don't know, she's only 3 so can't explain really but she's done it ever since she could talk and knew her colours and in fact now I think about it possibly before I knew she knew her colours iyswim?

bea does your DD perhaps have a form of synesthesia? I have it connected to sounds, not just musical sounds but everyday sounds.

My uncle went missing in the 90s.

Left with his keys and coat but nothing else (pre mobiles).

Was never heard from again.

Declared dead 7 years later.

good thread

bea, I was thinking synethesia, too. It can be attached to a whole bunch of things, like letters or numbers or temperatures, too. Maybe places?

Bea could she have synethesia? Where she 'hears' colours?

Pickled I had this. Turned the living rom upside down. Eventually found my tv remote in the gap between the sofa back and seat, wedged right down!

CatThiefKeith Toton sidings behind Asda in Long Eaton.

Shamelessly bookmarking. These are great!

I once saw a rabbit in my bedroom. It ran around the bed and the bedsheets moved as it ran round and I heard it scamper.

20 years later and it turns out there was no rabbit. I have a neurological condition which causes hallucinations. Not so intriguing anymore! I liked it before when I could conjure up rabbits!

Actually, here is the circular stair-thing in Google Street View. Someone please tell me what it is!

I've lost an engagement ring, weddin ring and eternity ring. I've searched high and low, they have disappeared

My main mystery though is why does dd associate colours with places and what does it mean?? Eg the red house which is not red, orange toddlers which is not orange and so on. The places always remain consistent with the colour and when asked to say where she just says 'everywhere'

I was going travelling and had to go to the passport office to get new passport. Whilst waiting for it I went shopping and bout a lovely scarf ... took said scarf on travels and wore it in my hair. One day whilst in car with windows wound down I realised scarf had gone.... friend and I retraced our route but it was never to be seen again : (
On return home a year later it was October and chilly. I asked my mum for my winter clothes I'd packed away and opened up the suitcase. There on top was the scarf I'd bought whilst shopping and lost whilst on the road.
I immediately called my friend as she was just as shocked as I was... why would I specifically buy a scarf to take travelling and pack it away with my winter clothes and not take it... What scarf was I wearing when it supposedly went missing? I only had one.... it's freaked me out for years !

Ooh great thread, marking my place