And another thing....
Now, on the very same night as I felt the dog asleep on my legs, there was another puzzling incident.

I had leapt up and not thinking too much about the dog thing, realised I was going to be late for work. I changed my trousers, then as I was about to do my belt up decided to go for a piss. Leaving it undone, I strode the 5 steps to the bathroom, and as I did so, felt my Leatherman slip off the belt and heard it hit the floor. In Piss-Mode, I didn't stop, burst into the bathroom, drained the lizard, then went back to where I had dropped the Leatherman.

Of course the fucking thing wasn't there, despite my fingertip search. I use it all the time at work, so spent more time than I should have, combing every inch of that landing, along with the bedroom I had set off from. Nothing. I looked down the stairs, on the stairs, still no sign. Eventually I left for work, I'd find it later.

Except I didn't find it later. I absolutely turned the house upside down over the next few days looking for it, but still no sign.

The little pup must have taken it, she was a little bastard for chewing stuff up, perhaps she took a fancy to the leather sheath and slyly taken it into the garden for a chew-up.

I instructed the gardeners (OK, OK, my parents) to mount a recent-burial search, but all to no avail, the fucking thing was gone.

In late January I was resigned to never seeing my trusty tool (steady!) again, so faced up to the prospect of shelling out for another one (they aren't cheap!).

As I looked on-line for a good deal, I saw something out of the corner of my eye, something falling straight down, and heard a muffled thump. I looked, could see nothing, put it down to "one of those things", then decided to leave ordering another Leatherman for that night and go to work. I took one step away from my chair and stood straight on my missing Leatherman, which was sitting in the middle of the floor.

I wish I could say it was red-hot, or lying next to an ancient coin, but it wasn't. I was however, most pleased to be reunited with it, and I did thank "them" for returning it to me. Best to keep them sweet eh?
(Rsoles, Tue 8 Jul 2008, 21:21, 6 replies)

That's the law
As soon as you attempt to replace missing item, item will become blindingly obvious. Same thing applies to lighting a fag and buses.
( Madam Marlboro wonders if you've found her yet, Tue 8 Jul 2008, 21:26, closed)

MM
You've confused me now - is this to say that a bus only becomes, blindingly obviously, a bus when you try to light a fag on it?
(LongJohnBaldry, Tue 8 Jul 2008, 22:27, closed)

I remember loosing a Mr Professor calculator as a kid.
I knew it was in my bedroom. It had to be, it never left my room. But one day it was gone. It was never ever found. And the house has been totally renovated since.

Sometimes items just... vanish.

An old car I had did exactly the same thing one day. Got up one morning, it had gone.Never found since :) Even the police couldnt find it.
(Miggyman, Tue 8 Jul 2008, 22:59, closed)

@ Mr Crow
When you are waiting for a bus to come, the fail proof method of making one appear is to light a cigarette, same way as washing your car ensures rain the follwoing day.
(misskitty reeks of sex and turpentine; laudanum afternoons, Wed 9 Jul 2008, 3:03, closed)

I lost my leatherman
spent six months looking for it, then thought fuck it it's gone, bought another one then found it. Do I win a prize?
(bluemohawkz eating nine types of industrial pollution since, Wed 9 Jul 2008, 13:05, closed)

Only
if it was the Leatherman in the Village People.
(Rsoles, Wed 9 Jul 2008, 20:39, closed)