Losing things that you wanted to keep forever is generally awful, whether it's your girlfriend, your mother at the circus when you were only 6 years old, a piece of jewellery that has been in your family for years, or even silly material things like a manky old scarf you've become attached to over the years.

Yes the latter just happened to me :(

The dread feeling of losing something comes in sickeningly slow stages:

There'll be other scarfs I guess, and I'll always have happy memories.