It turned up. Behind my radio in the study. The same radio that we had all searched behind several times previously and found nothing remotely resembling a wallet nestling behind it. Still there it was, with all the cash still there, and all the now totally useless credit cards. Perhaps I am going mad? Mrs BW says I’m not, so there is still hope. Perhaps we have a ghost? I think on balance I would rather go mad to be honest. Still it brightened up the first day back at work.