*phew*
The sight of my handbag on a Saturday morning when I can't even remember how I got home, shortly followed by the sight of a fishfinger and ketchup muffin and a mug of tea.
(finbarr, Fri 6 Aug 2010, 11:09, 8 replies)

We've all
been there.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Fri 6 Aug 2010, 11:12, closed)

Yep
The sight of my expensive camera on the hotel chair after a particularly messy night was a relief. Just a pity that the passport wasn't with it...
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Fri 6 Aug 2010, 11:32, closed)

Ah yes - I thought I'd never see mine again but fortunately the bar where I left it still had it!
(finbarr, Fri 6 Aug 2010, 11:46, closed)

Oh hell yes.
Waken up and realising you have everything you left the house - minus a trifling forty or fifty pounds - is one of the most beautiful things ever. Seconded only by there still being some of that forty or fifty left.
(Falstaff's Spiritual Successor, Fri 6 Aug 2010, 11:38, closed)

...and the fact that no-one has burgled your house even though the key is still in the front door!
(finbarr, Fri 6 Aug 2010, 11:46, closed)

Hahaha.
And in my case, that you don't have anything you *didn't* leave the house with. I tend to steal my friends' possessions when I'm drunk - harmless stuff, generally, not like money and phones - and it always makes me feel very foolish when I wake up.
(Falstaff's Spiritual Successor, Fri 6 Aug 2010, 11:51, closed)

Bleurgh.
Wake up bleary eyed, head like frenchman is living in it. Panic slightly. Pad upstairs, phone, check, keys, check, wallet, check. Relief! Oh.. Open wallet. Find debit card missing. Report card missing. Bank cancels card. Go back to bed.

Find card in back pocket of jeans.
( DeadEyeDick, Fri 6 Aug 2010, 14:28, closed)

oh hell, yes
it's the little things that are the best
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Fri 6 Aug 2010, 19:09, closed)