Well, it could have been worse. The good news - they didn't get my Grandpa's watch nor the gold brooch model of Lindbergh's Spirit of St Louis because I'd recently removed the one and put it back in the wrong drawer under about 500 old photos (being a forgetful old scrote has its advantages) and the other because it was in just too odd a place in my desk. Nor did they get The Doctor's jewellery - better hidden than we'd feared. All the signs were they'd found it. They didn't. The bad news - all the cameras except an Ixus overlooked on a windowsill. All replaceable, though. Tomorrow I go out and burn ukp3500 in my credit card. All the kids' Christening and birth silverware, and ditto that which used to belong to The Doctor's late brother. Irreplaceable. All my model motorcycle collection. I mean, *all* of them. Some quite valuable (old Matchbox stuff, Dinky stuff, etc), some only worth a few quid (cheapo die-cast ones available anywhere). This is a pisser because I didn't think anyone would take them and I've been collecting them for about 20 years. OTOH, the cunt(s) left all my collection of tinplate toys, some of which are definitely valuable. Go figure. Oh well. The skiing in the Pyrenees this year was utterly *ace*.