About Twenty years ago my wife bought me a Normark "Super Swede" folder. Apart from an interval of about five years it's been my favourite knife ever since. Let me explain.
We lived in Plymouth. A couple of years after I got the knife, it disappeared. While I was working somewhere I'd put it in my toolbox, and put the toolbox in the boot of my car. The lid of the box was always open because there was always too much stuff in it to close it. When I got home I took the toolbox out of the boot and took it indoors but I didn't notice that the knife was missing. Later that day I noticed that the knife was missing and looked in the boot but it wasn't there. I looked all around the car, in the gutter, on the pavement, in the garden, everywhere. It was nowhere to be found. It seemed most likely that somebody had picked it up when passing by on the pavement so I printed a note on the computer and leafleted the entire street warning that a child could be injured by the very sharp blade and offering a reward for its return. Nothing ever came of it. I was gutted that I'd lost the knife, especially as it had been a present.
My wife bought me another one next birthday.
Five years later we moved to Bath. About year later I took the car for a service at the dealer in Bath. Imagine my surprise, when I collected the car, to find the knife on the seat! It had evidently slipped off the toolbox and managed to find its way inside a box section, and when the dealer had fitted a replacement brake light bulb they'd found the knife in the light cluster!
We lived in Plymouth. A couple of years after I got the knife, it disappeared. While I was working somewhere I'd put it in my toolbox, and put the toolbox in the boot of my car. The lid of the box was always open because there was always too much stuff in it to close it. When I got home I took the toolbox out of the boot and took it indoors but I didn't notice that the knife was missing. Later that day I noticed that the knife was missing and looked in the boot but it wasn't there. I looked all around the car, in the gutter, on the pavement, in the garden, everywhere. It was nowhere to be found. It seemed most likely that somebody had picked it up when passing by on the pavement so I printed a note on the computer and leafleted the entire street warning that a child could be injured by the very sharp blade and offering a reward for its return. Nothing ever came of it. I was gutted that I'd lost the knife, especially as it had been a present.
My wife bought me another one next birthday.

Five years later we moved to Bath. About year later I took the car for a service at the dealer in Bath. Imagine my surprise, when I collected the car, to find the knife on the seat! It had evidently slipped off the toolbox and managed to find its way inside a box section, and when the dealer had fitted a replacement brake light bulb they'd found the knife in the light cluster!