I started taking my watch apart in the kitchen, because that's where I'd started unpacking my package of tools . Then it got late and so I moved to my bedroom. In bed. How many of you take watches apart in bed? I don't recommend it. Then I moved to my desk, which was somewhat cluttered. At this point I noticed that I had no hour wheel! It hadn't got knocked or jumped away—I'd never even seen it! I had no recollection of it at all, and it wasn't on any of my photos :( I considered the possibility that there had never been an hour wheel, but discarded that hypothesis pretty quickly. How can one loose an hour wheel? They're enormous! (compared to the sub millimeter screws anyway). I didn't even know where to look :( Anyway, it was at this point that I decided I really needed to tidy up my desk. And floor. The whole flat, in fact. Eventually, I remembered that there had been a suspicious sound at the beginning when I'd turned the movement over. I'd looked down and saw the little golden dial washer (?). I remember being suspicious of its capability of making just that sort of impact noise... not suspicious enough though. A quick search with a bright torch turned up the little bugger, hiding innocently enough under the desk. :) Life can go on again.
Camera quality seems to be getting worse and worse. Now I need to disassemble my **BLEEP** phone too :(