My first post here!
About six months ago, I turned over in bed in the wee small hours, flung out my arm and managed to knock everything off my bedside table. A silver ring my DH bought me vanished. It wasn't expensive, he bought it when we were both starving students but I loved it and wore it every day. Tore the bedroom apart looking for it, even moved our king sized bed and checked the hoover every time I vacuumed the room...nothing. I gave it up as lost forever.
And then yesterday, when I was cleaning, it turned up in a place I'd already looked in twice and is now firmly back where it belongs.