Remember James and his infamous socks saga? He claimed the chasms of his drawer contained mysteries rivaling Indiana Jones. We all laughed while secretly agreeing: those socks had more adventure in one elasticated band than our childhoods combined.
Amongst the resonant remembers of lost toast, we find Fred's epic tale of the great marmalade flood of '98. He swears it changed our breakfast forever. I suspect it changed our hygiene standards more, but who's judging in this subterranean cellar of nostalgia?
Let's not forget the cryptic yet heartfelt verses from Laura's diary, lost somewhere around chapter 3 of 'How to Lose Friends and Annoy People.' If only she knew the cryptic code she wrote was nothing but her shopping list.