Items you've lost never to be replaced

[JOGAMIGMOG]

Ever had that gut-wrenching feeling in the pit of your stomach when an item you hold dearly has been misplaced?You search everywhere to no avail. You're sick to the back teeth of answering questions about where you were when you last had it. You've retraced all that and more. You lose sleep over it. Your waking hours are punctuated by thoughts of where the thing is. You've searched everywhere four times or more at home.
I haven't.

 

[Mazzarelli's Swiss Cheese]

Me neither

 

[HellYeah]

I've lost a lot of time reading some of the garbage on this site. That time can never be replaced it's gone forever.

 

[kaz7]

My memory,since my brain got shook up,the rest is just stuff

 

[Banned Tosspot]

I had a signed Chris Cornell CD but can't find it anywhere.

Gutted.

 

[MadchesterCity]

How long before someone mentions virginity

 

[Tuearts right boot]

Does virginity count

 

[BimboBob]

When my Mum died a couple of years ago, my step father, unbeknown to us, ditched a load of books etc to charity.

Including my Bombay born Dad's, who died years ago, curry recipes. And my Grandma's cook books.

After my step father died, broken heart, 9 months after my Mum passing, we went through everything to no avail.

My one regret that I didn't ask when Mum was close to passing.

 

[Newman Noggs]

My dad had a wings and dagger badge from the war which I lost, God knows how. I scoured every war memorabilia site or militaria shop for ages in the hope of finding a replacement but, although you could get modern replicas, I never found the genuine article.

I dreaded being asked to produce it but, in the end, he got Alzheimer's so I never had to explain.

 

[Dave Ewing's Back 'eader]

Ever had that gut-wrenching feeling in the pit of your stomach when an item you hold dearly has been misplaced?You search everywhere to no avail. You're sick to the back teeth of answering questions about where you were when you last had it. You've retraced all that and more. You lose sleep over it. Your waking hours are punctuated by thoughts of where the thing is. You've searched everywhere four times or more at home.
I haven't.

When did you have it last? A question that still continues to amuse me. If I knew when I had it last, I'd still have it 'cos I'd know where it was!