So the madness continues.
One of my kids bought me a mug years ago and I love it, and it's my go-to one. So I couldn't find it the other day...we turned the house upside down, and I even asked the kids if any of them had broken it by accident and were too worried about telling me (understandably, as it's my favourite). Nope, none of them knew anything. Then I found it. In the bin. Whole. Next to where I sit on the settee at night.
Then last night, my son couldn't find any forks at dinner time, and again we searched high and low, thinking they might have mysteriously made their way under one of the kids' beds or something. No, they were all in a kitchen drawer that is NEVER used for cutlery!
I laugh about it, but it's actually quite scary at times.