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Mysteries of the Reappearing...
Are they lost, or in another dimension?
Are they lost, or have they slipped into another dimension?
I ask this question at least twice a day, usually while standing in the middle of a room, holding something I have just found and have absolutely no memory of losing.
The household’s greatest and most recent interdimensional incident involved Darling Husband (DH), a keyring housing one small electronic fob, and the keys to the car, the house, and his office. He lost it. Not misplaced it casually, like a sock.
Lost it with the commitment of a professional magician.
We searched everywhere: the house, shed, garage, coat pockets, drawers, cupboards, bins, and places neither of us had entered since the previous government. DH even checked the pockets of the jeans he was currently wearing - why? Well, we had looked everywhere else. Nothing.
After two weeks, he surrendered. A new car key was ordered at a price that suggested it had been carved from a rare meteorite. He would also change the locks at home and the office, and search for a replacement for his ‘Grandad knife ’, which was a small utility knife I had bought him several years ago and also hung on the keyring.
