My husband the hero

So after a busy evening of poppin' 'los, I return home looking forward to a lovely meal lovingly ordered by my husband.

But what I find is a pile of junk by the front door. This is not so unusual, but this time it's not my stuff. Someone has dumped a briefcase, denim jacket and half finished bottle of diet coke behind our front hedge.

Well, I drag it in and the mystery deepens. We can see who the stuff belongs to because we find his Bible (with an inscription from his grandmother wishing him many happy years in the ministry) and his British Union of Baptists notebook with a journal of weekly reflections on his ministry (boring). We find a prescription , some random bits and bobs, old envelopes with phone numbers, but no contact details for him.

Well the Vol-in-Law phones every single phone number he can find. Nothing, no luck. He phones the cops, they don't care (but we do get a reference number). The ViL gives it one more shot digging through the stuff.

He finds an email address. He emails the guy and within 15 minutes we get a call.

Apparently the preacher ha'd received an urgent call that a parishioner was in the ICU and he parked in our road which is within walking distance of the local hospital. The parishioner died and when he came out he found his car window smashed and his briefcase gone.

The preacher's come to collect his stuff now, he's quite a posh chap and he was incredibly grateful.