Today I arrived at work to find that some “kind soul” had jemmied the door to the potting shed. On further inspection I found they had stolen all the power tools and a jerry can of petrol. Please feel free at this point to fill in your own expletive deletives. So it became a day of phone calls to police, neighbourhood watch co-ordinators, CSI, bosspeople, other village victims and of course my mum. Now I feel a bit frazzled. Big love to Damage for all their support, coffee, biscuits and pumpkin soup. The good guys always win in the end.