I can't find it anywhere, not even in the fridge (where it was last time) or the tumble drier. It's really important, I have at least one appointment between now and Christmas.
Have any of you taken it?
Come on now, give it back, it's beyond a joke.
(Note to UHT diary not dairy)
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How interesting would we find your diary, if we happened to stumble across it. Is it an appointment diary or is it PACKED with blush-making juicy bits?
It's in the last place you remember being. I always check for my lost stuff at the door of my local pub I walked into 20 years ago, apparently. Best not to keep one anyway as they can be validly used to incriminate you. I got stitched up for my entry "Went out to buy a paper, took the dog for a walk, murdered 58 American tourists, made a cup of hot chocolate, went to bed." It was my English teacher who told me that I had actually made the hot chocolate and not in fact the cup. As hot chocolate would melt, the form of a cup would be lost almost immediately upon heating (which was backed up by my Chemistry teacher).
Ah ha! I found it. Hooray. How did it get in between the CD's at the back of the cupboard? Oh no, Frankie - is that where you put it after you finished reading it? Thanks for all the suggestions. ET (can I call you that) I think we had the same English teacher.
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It's a shame to end this thread though, so how about the rest of you spilling the beans on things you have lost (apart from the obvious rude ones) and where you found them.
(waits in hope that there will not be any tumbleweed today)
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ET is acceptable Loopey. I once lost my lucky hat, it was a big ol' green top hat! The last time I was wearing it was when I gave my mother a lift shopping. I wasn't that keen on shopping as it was sooo boring (yawn) so I told my mum I had bone cancer and needed to go to the hospital right away. After crying she said that she just needed to put the trolley back and we could phone an ambulance. The whole trolley thing was bloody ridiculous though as we had already been shopping for around 15 minutes, so I said oh sod you then and left her to pick her walking frame back up that I had thrown on the floor whilst looking for my hat. Haven't seen her since, so I guess coincidently I lost my mum too! ...seriously though it was a really nice hat.
I lost a corpse once. I'd been driving around with it in the car for quite a while but then the passeneger door opened unexpectedly at speed and it fell out. Based of the close proximity of this location and my home I went home first as I had an egg on a low light. When I went back for the corpse, would you believe it.. it was still there, obviously, what do you think, it's gonna get up and walk? I keep it in the boot now but that's so passe don't you think?
It's been buzzing on this section of the boards this past week or so, particularly since those 'cmedy report' threads appeared... But I think a lot of people have given up the ghost, is all - they're reading, but not posting...
It'll all pick up steam again one day, I'm sure...
In the meantime... This diary sounded most intriguing - bit of a blow it was found before I had a chance to have a leaf through, though... Not that I do that sort of thing...
I used to keep a diary myself some years ago... It was certainly strange to come across it again in an old box one day, and relive it all again fresh... Well, the parts of it that were legible, anyway, and not just a hastily scribbled scrawl...
I don't know about changing my name, I would probably have to have plastic surgery and a makeover too. I am a bit worried - did you see me in that Guesthouse in Clacton? I was going to Walton but it was a bit too posh for me.
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I was on my way through Clacton with my stash of edam cheese and tulips smuggled in from Holland through Harwich, there where two other people in the guesthouse a very attractive lady with beautiful blue eyes and a to die for body, the other was a 92 year old cockle picker from Dudley in the midlands on her weeks holiday taking in the diesel fumes from the ferries, which one are you?
Hang on, I'll just put my glasses on. Where did I leave my false teeth? Ah there they are. Crikey, what is that fishy smell. Now dear, what was the question?
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I knew that was you wow am I glad I thought you were going to say you where the 92 year old cockle picker!!!! same time next year then, go wild though a weekend on the Naze would be spiffing.
It's a date. Perhaps we should go for the Naze - I'm sure we would have a soooper doooper time dwarlink! We could take a turn about gardens in the morning and play bingo in the afternoon. If I am still awake.
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