Where does all the stuff go??

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I lost my car/house keys at the weekend. They are on the same bunch, I drove home, let myself in the house. Went to lock up that evening and couldn't find them anywhere. I still haven't found them and I have turned this house upside down. Along with the obvious places, like under the sofa, down the back of the coffee table etc, Ive also emptied the bin, searched though the washing, looked in the freezer, searched the garage, if it can move, ive moved it. If theres a gap, ive searched it - nothing!

ive lost stuff in the past that ive never found, even when moving, they've never turned up.

Where are my keys? And were does all the stuff go?

Have you tried drawers? Cutlery, bedroom, whatever. Keys can slip them into them if you leave them on the side.
Also torn linings in bags and jackets. Have you given everything a good shake upside down?

I was given a truly hideous pair of gloves once by an elderly relative for christmas. I thought, I'll lose them anyway so I'll just wear them.

Those fuckers literally wore out and I had to put them, tattered, in the bin. By which time they'd earned my grudging affection.

A third vote for behind radiator here. I lost my watch for 2 years because it had fallen off a windowsill, behind the radiator but got stuck on a sock also behind there, and was only dislodged when a third thing fell behind there.

Of course, I’d finally replaced it by then.

Did you find them Op?

When my DC were small I lost my house/car keys in the house for 3 days ! Had to walk everywhere. Got to the stage we were going to have to pay a fortune for a new car key the week before Christmas.
My DS1 who was 5 at the time had had a friend over the day the keys went missing so i asked his mum on the off chance. He said they were at the Christmas tree. I looked all round, no sign. DH picked the tree up & shook it & out fell the keys! One of the DC had hung them on the tree like a bauble!

I've got a theory that aliens visit us via other dimensions and they like to collect our stuff out of curiosity. They join special trips like we go on cruises. They especially like socks because of the patterns or perhaps they find them useful for something back in their world. Sometimes they leave stuff in odd places for us to find as a sort of joke. They're not able to take large things like vacuum cleaners or cars as they know we'd get frightened and freak out, although someone on MN did once have an ironing board go missing. I don't think we can see them as they're existing in another dimension.

You all need my ex boyfriend. He could find anything. He would walk into a room and know where the thing was that I was looking for even if it was under a cushion or behind something on a shelf. It was the most uncanny gift.

(Well either that or he went around hiding stuff.)

I once lost my car keys and had to run to school to pick up my son. I looked everywhere I could think of but couldn’t find them until a couple of days later when I lifted up my oven worktop to use my hob and there they were!

The keys are in the dip below the windscreen where the wipers sit. Check there. It's a surprisingly comfortable spot for lost keys.

wheelie bin

Yeah I’ve done that and thrown out packages before lol

Just remembered we lost 2 of those bun tins you make fairy cakes or Yorkshire puddings in, of course we only realised we had when we went to use them. Cue a dash to Wilko (RIP) to replace them.

What do you usually do when you get in? Try going in the places you usually do when entering your house. Did you do anything different? Go straight to a room you don’t usually? The bathroom? Did they fall into the bottom of your shopping bag?

And check all your pockets: coat, trousers. Cardi?

Socks, not necessarily mens size 11/12, hair bands, ribbons, tights, knickers, anytning small, light, delicate, into mesh bags, not necessarily all together,
bras in bra bags, nothing torn, holed, ruined, no escape.

I usually come straight in and straight to the back door to let the dogs out,

I put my keys in my handbag as I walk through the lounge to the kitchen, and put my bag on the kitchen sideboard. If id dropped them in the way I'd hear them, and see them when I went back in.

Then get my keys out later as I lock up to go to bed.

I don't have a hallway as such, just a small space about 2 meters square between the stairs and the front door, there's just enough room to open the door.

My house is tiny, with minimal furniture, there is no where I haven't looked, nothing I haven't moved.

It's possible, of course, that I might've ran up to the loo with the keys in my hand absentmindedly, but I've looked in there, I've emptied the laundry basket, even the random scarf that has been in the basket for ages, and the stray socks that don't match up...( We could start a sock swapping group 🤣)

I've looked in dressing gown pockets that have been hanging on the back of my door for months, looked in my makeup drawer, my crap drawers, checked the fridge, freezer microwave, behind the radiators, even though I don't think they'd fit as they are too big

I remember checking the bin on the day,

Honestly, I have looked EVERYWHERE.

I'm bamboozled!

lol "socks reunited"

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

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 !!

So who took our trombone?

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.

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.

But things HAVE to go somewhere, that just have too. They can't just disappear when no one is looking

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.

I found them!!!

Behind a cushion on the sofa. I checked and cleared the cushions more than once.

Even hoovered the whole sofa about a week before finding them.

Wow! Three weeks!