Earlier in the year, when I briefly went into hospital, I lost my watch. The farmer had bought it for me for christmas quite a few years ago and I loved it.
At first I thought I had left it in hospital, but a call there could find no record of it being handed in. I went through all the likely places at home and through all my pockets in the wardrobe in case I had slipped it in one of them. But there was no trace anywhere.
I gave it up as lost, but the farmer insisted that one day I would come across it.
Because we have guests coming next week I have been doing a bit of straightening up and cleaning (nothing like someone coming to stay to make you look seriously at cobwebs).
On Monday my cleaner and I cleaned the utility room together and out from under the sideboard rolled a ball in the shape of Santa Clause which Tess had in her stocking a few years ago. Since then Tess has played with it non-stop, bounding up and down and putting it at my feet in an effort to get me to throw it for her.
Her toys are kept in a tin between my chair and my cookery bookcase in the kitchen. The tin is full to overflowing and last evening I decided (when she was not looking) to clean it out and throw some of the old, tatty ones away.
And what was in the bottom of the tin??? My watch. How had it got there? I can't begin to speculate. Maybe it had slipped off my wrist - I do use those shelves a lot because the top shelf holds all my reference books for crosswords and the like. But I shall never know.
Sufficient to say that I have welcomed it back like an old friend. It has stopped working but I think that is probably the battery, so shall take it for a new one later today and hope that it works then.
So the farmer was right - sooner or later I did come across it; and in the last place I would have thought of looking.