Bloody keys.
So my partner gets home, puts her stuff down and comes to say hello to me. A moment later she wonders aloud `I don't know where my keys are'.

`Don't worry' I say. `You literally just drove home, you obviously had them in the car'.

That was about four years ago. It was a big bunch of keys with a large keyring, and we have never seen it since. The only thing I can think of is that they fell off the counter into the bin.

A friend of mine tells a story where she, as a small child at the dinner table, threw her spoon backwards over her head. It was never seen again. Weird!
(Tomble Underground, overground, Tombling free., Fri 4 Jul 2008, 5:01, Reply)