Herb Alpert's Taxi Driver's story reminded me.
My dad had died, and I was clearing out his flat. Not the greatest job I've ever had to do, and I was feeling very low indeed.

I was going through a wardrobe in what had once been my bedroom, and looking through coat pockets before chucking them in the bag for the charity shop. In one pocket, I found a plastic film canister. Looking inside I found 38 MASSIVE DRUGS. I had stashed them there a couple of years before and forgotten all about them. It cheered up an otherwise shitty day.
( The Awful Puppy Bakery is still bored, Sat 25 Jan 2014, 5:04, 4 replies)

They can't have been that big if there were 38 of them in one pocket.

( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Sat 25 Jan 2014, 9:59, closed)

Think he found some parma violets.

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Sat 25 Jan 2014, 11:26, closed)

Trust you to have the turbo version of the routine 'found a fiver in an old jacket' story
Sorry about your Dad though. Hope you took the opportunity to comfort your Mum as only you know how.
( pineapplecharm D d M Y, H:i, Mon 27 Jan 2014, 14:51, closed)

haha!

(showman, Tue 28 Jan 2014, 6:48, closed)