James and I had an interesting encounter with the police earlier this week. There have been a group of children running through the back of the garden, in fact through all the gardens in our part of the street. I think they're just having fun but they are damaging the hedges and trampling plants, and annoying the more elderly neighbours. So James went up to the top of the garden to survey the damage and decide how to secure the garden. When he was looking behind the shed he found two bags lying there - one ladies handbag and one satchel with what looked like work papers in it. Now, there have been a lot of break ins recently around the area (nothing to do with the school children) so we wondered if they had been stolen from someone's house. I carefully opened the bags while wearing a pair of rubber gloves - I felt as if I was Kay Scarpetta (the fictional Medical examiner in the Patricia Cornwell novels!) There were no wallets or purses but lots of other stuff which the owners might want back, like make up and documents. We called the police and about an hour later two pleasant police officers arrived to pick up the bags and take a statement. Let's hope they catch the burglars soon.
By the way when I told my colleagues today about my hospital visit and I told them that I was groaning in pain in the waiting room of A & E, they were kidding me on that I had been shouting "Get me out of here, take me to Ross Hall!" which I thought was very funny!
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