The law of probability is something to do with six monkeys.

I hope I'm not jinxing this by telling you about it, but ever since I lost my watch, I keep finding things. A bronze brooch, a pendant (though I don't know if that counts since our singer N. lost that five minutes before I found it), a cloisonné bracelet, small amounts of money - coins, mostly, but once a five euro bill which was just lying there on the road. Poetic justice, or simply the universe trying to redistribute matter?