Years ago, I lost my watch, which I believed I had put on the kitchen window ledge. There was a swing bin underneath so I reckoned the watch had been knocked down and fallen in the bin. We claimed on insurance and bought another watch. Eventually we moved house, and when our bed, a heavy divan, was taken out, there was the watch.
I had a lovely white gold trilogy ring which I always hid, along with other diamond jewellery when we went on holiday. I didn’t wear it often, so didn’t realise I didn’t have it until some time later. After searching all my usual hiding places I came to the conclusion that I had lost it while wearing it, as it was a bit loose on my finger. We didn’t make an insurance claim this time as we couldn’t find a receipt, and DH bought me a lovely new platinum gold trilogy ring which I wear all the time now. I have decided that nothing should be kept for best at my age. Recently, I was sorting through a drawer of Lego when I found a little box, right at the back. Yes, there was my original ring in its hiding place.