So, I've lost my sunglasses.
I guess that's not really an engaging blog topic, but when I say that it's the second pair in two weeks, it starts to become an interesting pattern..... I've looked absolutely everywhere I can think off but nothing, nada, zip. As I was lifting up the sixty-fourth couch cushion and losing hope, I thought back to three times in my life when things I thought I'd lost forever, miraculously turned up....
The first was a gold bangle my grandparents had given me when I was born.
Around the time I was five it was lost and I remember crying and feeling naughty for not taking better care of it. I'd all but forgotten it, when at ten we were selling the family car and found it down the back of the seat. (Wow, how I wish I still had that groovy 1970s car!)
I can still remember the thrill of seeing the bangle and I've kept it safe ever since.
The second thing was a beaded bag when I was twelve.
The final, and probably most spectacular was a silver bracelet my boyfriend had given me. We'd spent all day at a very busy beach and later that night I realised I'd lost it and remembered taking it off and laying it on my towel before going for a swim.
So, can you help me out with some positive vibes for my glasses by telling me your most spectacular lost and found story?