So... some other person now has a copy of your data?After I took the flat apart last night and re-checked the laundry room (I'm not a novice at losing things), I pressed my spare memory stick against my forehead and tried to tune into the location of missing one - mental dowsing, quantum entanglement, evocation of Doris Stokes, desperation, senility, whatever. Nothing. I then went to bed and searched the flat again this morning, resigning myself to the fact all my work was gone. One last check of the laundry room again before shopping, the drums, the gaskets, the work surfaces - there it was under the meters.
My guess is that the stick was in the trouser side pocket (deep with a flap) but came out in the wash or tumble and was recovered by the next person using my machine. 24 hours later it was put back in the laundry room (same thing happened with my 1966 World Cup tea-towel but that took 3 weeks and I didn't know it was missing).
Oh and yes the data is still there. Thanks Doris.
Well that will save me the hassle of doing a back-up.So... some other person now has a copy of your data?
Only if you find out who 'the other person' is!Well that will save me the hassle of doing a back-up.
No, definitely not. Made in America 30 years ago before they started importing everything from China.And you've checked to see that your bed isn't in the early stages of self-disassembly yeah?
It wasn't the sound of the screws holding the headboard in place falling out?
LOL - kills me that these major designers charge a small fortune for their clothing, all junk made in China!No, definitely not. Made in America 30 years ago before they started importing everything from China.
Yep. Exploding Head Syndrome (EHS) possibly, as explained elsewhere on the forumGot woke up today by two distinct knocks on wood. As if someone had rapped on the bedhead with their knuckles. Which they didn't, obs, there being no-one else in the house.
I'll ask Doris.Only if you find out who 'the other person' is!
Yes, I've read that but I don't think it was. It was too precise and distinct and actually not particularly loud.Yep. Exploding Head Syndrome (EHS) possibly, as explained elsewhere on the forum
Yes, I've read that but I don't think it was. It was too precise and distinct and actually not particularly loud.
It can do that though. I've had similar.Yes, I've read that but I don't think it was. It was too precise and distinct and actually not particularly loud.
<nods wisely> Hypnopompic and hypnogogic hallucinations. I used to get a lot of these when I was younger, but now I've moved house I rarely do. Not because, as some have suggested, the old house was haunted by a phantom knocker (and caller and phoner), but because I'm am much less stressed in this house.It can do that though. I've had similar.
My bedroom is over the front door so if anyone were really knocking at 3am I'd hear it clearly. It's all in my head!
Yup, we saw a brilliant archeology documentary some years ago about the clearing of an old cemetery before new building work.Last night I watched David Attenborough, talking about the mammoths they found in the gravel pit in Swindon(on iPlayer, and very good too). A professor was handing David the bones of things they'd found, and he said 'this one's very special' and I suddenly found myself thinking 'that's a bear'. It was too. No idea why I thought that, it was only a fragment of jaw and I couldn't see it very well past the terrier's head as she tried to settle herself in my lap.
It happened to me once before in the same way, watching a historical programme and someone was looking at a field and I said 'there's a well in that field' just before the presenter said 'and we've found a well over here in this field.' I'd not seen either programme before, nor any trailers for them. Pathetic weirdness.
I had an odd one. You know sometimes you catch yourself snoring as you wake up? Well I caught myself sort of chuckling but it had nothing to do with the dream I just exited. It was very weird.
Why no set up a fixed placement for her bear, and see if gets moved?Another case of moving stuffed animals here... The Teenager, whose dragon previously made its way from her bed to the chest of drawers without explanation, asked me earlier whether I had moved her Pooh Bear. It had been on her bed last night, but was found today sitting on her bookcase behind a small stuffed yeti. Not me - and although her brother is known for stealing her stuffed animals on occasion, he'd remove it completely from the room rather than placing it somewhere else. Toy Story, anybody?
And now you keep your USB stick in a new place for safekeeping, right? Right?!!?One last check of the laundry room again before shopping, the drums, the gaskets, the work surfaces - there it was under the meters.
My guess is that the stick was in the trouser side pocket (deep with a flap) but came out in the wash or tumble and was recovered by the next person using my machine.
The bear is returning to the cabinet today until next Christmas, so that was his last chance for a wander around.Why no set up a fixed placement for her bear, and see if gets moved?
A boyfriend and I took the tour of an Elizabethan country mansion* and were shown a panelled room with a secret door. The group were invited to guess where it was. Boyfriend strode over and pointed out the exact spot, to the guide's annoyance.It happened to me once before in the same way, watching a historical programme and someone was looking at a field and I said 'there's a well in that field' just before the presenter said 'and we've found a well over here in this field.' I'd not seen either programme before, nor any trailers for them. Pathetic weirdness.