I'm not quitting or taking a break, I'm just blogging less often because time spent on the computer seems to make me feel unwell. Also, I do need to spend more time with the children. They need leadership as well as supervision.
Anyway, today Bob had off for a "goal Day" so we puttered around. Went to Mildenhall to the market, and then to the base for lunch. But we noticed the thrift store was open, so went in there first. Then we went to eat, but when I got out of the car I noticed my billfold (which was in my pocket at the thrift store) wasn't there anymore. We looked all over the car, and then high-tailed it back to the thrift store, but it was gone. No one turned it in there, or at the police station next door. So we had lunch, checked back again (still no one had turned it in), and headed home to call the banks.
On the way I was making a mental list of things lost: credit card, bank card, check book, other bank card, military ID, Texas drivers license, USAF drivers license, card to prove I can buy gas on base, grocery club card, English Heritage membership card...
We got home, I put the little ones straight to bed, and wasn't even back down the stairs yet when the phone rang. It was the thrift store, saying someone had brought in my wallet. Praise the Lord. So we headed back over there and it was waiting for me, all contents intact.
I am so grateful to the man who found it, the store workers, and my good God who kept everyone honest.