Getting on for 20 years ago I lost my EKA Super Swede that SWMBO had bought me for my birthday. It was my favourite knife of all time.
I looked everybloominwhere. Under the sink, under the stairs, under the floor. Up-ended rucksacks, beds, toolboxes, whole cabinets. Reupholstered the sofa. I canvassed a whole street where I thought I might have dropped it with a duplicated sheet.
Finally, after five years of purgatory, we moved from Plymouth to Bath, so obviously the knife was gone forever. But I still pined for it and the Mrs. couldn't stand it any more so she bought me another one.
Two weeks later, when I picked up the car from being serviced by the dealer on Bristol Road, there was my old knife on the driver's seat.
"Where on Earth did you find that?" I asked them.
They said "Oh, we had to replace a rear light bulb and it was in the tail light cluster!"
It must have slid off the top of a pile of tools in my toool box in the boot and found its way through a hole in the panelling when I indulged in what BMW calls "the more enthusiastic driving style".
So now I have two of them. And a Swede 10.
If I read that story in a book I would have launched it. Funny old world eh? Really happy you found yours ged, and under such bizarre circumstances too.
