Found it

When we got home after the pool yesterday, there was a police officer’s business card on the door with a message written on it – I think I have something that belongs to you. Although I had already cancelled my credit cards, and have not received my new ones, getting my wallet back was such a burden off of my mind that I’ve had a really good weekend. I suppose it’s silly that such a tiny thing made me miserable for two days, but it really did have some rather important – and hard to replace – stuff in it.

Thanks, mr policeman! (Sarah made him a thankyou card!)