There’s a black coat I left at a party in Dulwich in 2019.
My friend Zoe, in Montreal, has a huge silver bangle that I forgot that same year, in February.
A bra I like and a ring are with a couple in North London and have been since last Easter.
There are things that have been lost in the post: a blanket from New York and a Jawbone from Wales.
Countless umbrellas, but they say you never really own an umbrella; you buy one to put down and be picked up by someone else, on some other rainy afternoon.