Unlike you, harrigran it took me forever to admit that my engagement ring might truly have been lost/stolen/thrown out, so I used to have “little raids” in places where I might have put it - but nothing too desperate.....so I’d always have hope. Our house was on the market, so pretty well organised. We allowed the Estate Agent to show a couple around - just once, when we were off to Hampton Court. I wasn’t happy, so hid some jewellery and a couple of handbags. Searched those handbags, of course, but couldn’t actually recall hiding my engagement ring. Later photos showed I wasn’t wearing it in London. During a year and in an increasing panic I turned out our home 3 times......really really turned out every single thing in every room, from cutlery drawers to old boxes, bookshelves, medicine cabinet, under furniture. Made me very sad. We had a completion date. I decided to tackle clothing - we were moving abroad so lots to store and dispose of. Folded everything from my wardrobe one afternoon and boxed. A big folded pile for the charity shop, a little one for recycling on the bed. I had a very pretty knitted cotton waistcoat which I occasionally wore over a silk shirt. My Mum coveted both, so I thought I’d give them to her. I phoned her. She was thrilled. I put the shirt into a bag and smoothed out the waistcoat. The tiny pocket on the front wouldn’t flatten. I shrieked and almost deafened Mum - tucked inside a folded tissue was my engagement ring! Only then did I remember deciding to hide it moments before leaving for Hampton Court.