Driving home from the supermarket [such an exciting life I lead!] I detected a whiff from my feet. Never mind, I thought, I've got a jar of Epsom salts I stashed away last year. I can enjoy a good foot-soak when I get home. Now, my rented bungalow has 1 bedroom, 1 kitchen, 1 bathroom, 1 bedroom & 1 ex-coal-shed office. Search though I might, could I find the wretched stuff? I distinctly remember putting them in a clip top jar. They must be somewhere. Or did I give them to a charity shop [as you do, in an over-enthusiastic clear-out] - things that next day you realize you 'need,' then spend hours agonizing whether it is ethical to ask for them back, or if it's worth 'buying back.' Of course, if you decide to 'buy back,' inevitably someone has bought it 
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Have you lost something you were sure you, 'put away safely'? Ever found things months or years later, just when you realize you no longer need them? Are there gremlins lurking in every home, creatures whose best fun is hiding your favourite things, sometimes 'losing' them for ever?
