1. Towel. Actually. Two towels.
2. Umbrella. It served a solid for purpose for 15 minutes. Then it didn't, because I was inside getting coffee and the umbrella was somewhere getting gone.
3. Make-up. All of it. Clinique. I could have listed each individual item, but that would have been tedious for you, the reader. Please pay me sympathy. I now have to look like a paled cabbage leaf.
4. Tweezers. These are listed separately to the general make-up loss because their disappearance was a separate instance and one, in fact, that I remember quite clearly. Outside of my window the Swiss mountains in the distance were putting on their snow caps and getting ready for what was going to be a very clear day. The sun was shining. This was different to the previous day. Inside of my window I was hitting my snooze button and avoiding the first lunge into what was going to be a very hungover day. The phone vibrated and I slapped my arm about, out of the covers, into the centrally-heated air, and across the bedside table. The phone stopped, something fell onto the ground - clink - and I made a mental note to pick whatever it was up later. But like the mountains whose snow caps sometimes become one with the clouds and thus invisible, so too did my note form just a fleeting, useless moment in my sleep and disappear in the waking hour. What? The point? They were really good tweezers.
5. Inability, to a pretty satisfactory extent, to not sweat the small stuff. (and it's all small stuff). I include this because I wish to express that I am not solely focused on material possessions, but I also hesitate because I believe that this loss is actually, really, when you think about it, a gain. For me personally. Maybe not for you.
6. Social awkwardness. In general. A little bit. At least. It helps when you suddenly have an accent and are automatically endearing.
7. Boot straps. Only one got lost along the way one fun night as I ambled about, but given that you can't go around with one strapped boot and one unstrapped boot, I had to discard the remaining one. Is that what they do with twins?
8. I'm sure there is more, but I'm certain that by now I've lost track.
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No surprise on losing things... sought a figured you might lose an umbrella. Waiting to hear when you lose a loaf of bred or even wash your phone or camera.. have you lost sense of direction yet and I am sure you have had lost sleep ... maybe that fell onto the floor as well. Don't forget that you lost gloves.. as for the twins comment mm maybe although if you are schizophrenic losing a personality..such as my Scottish lass Madam Haggis who is dearly missed and I am sure I will find her in mums living room when the time comes for her to re-emerge.
I also have my Irish gentlemen personality Pirate McGee Argh! Ireland!
Anyway an idea to stop losing anything more would be to use plenty of sticky tape and keep it all in place.
Love ya Pirate McGee! Argh!
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