Photos
I used to have lots of large professionally-done photos, from just about every year at school and a few others, plus some nice prints signed by lots of friends. None were properly framed, I just kept them in those original brown cardboard frames, in a big jigsaw box on top of my wardrobe.

After backpacking around the world for a year and a half, I returned to my parents' house to find that my old room had been redecorated and turned into a guest bedroom (to be fair, I was 23 now). When I asked where all my photos were, my mother first looked puzzled, then turned white, then scuttled down to the cellar and returned with a soggy jigsaw box containing a solid block of photographic paper and mould. Gutting.
(Vice Admiral Sir Charles Cockbrush KCB MBE DSO, who is finding it increasingly difficult to log into b3ta.com wants to duck your aunt and kick your puppy, Fri 9 May 2008, 10:38, Reply)