[Margaret Pilkington]

Yes Westender, though not me, but hubby. We were in Oz and my niece and I were going for a girly week away....the flight tickets were e-tickets and for this you have to have photo ID...so i was taking my passport. Hubby and my nephew and a gang of men were going up to Mildura for some car racing events.
Hubby was adamant that I should not take his passport with me when I flew off.......although at all other times I am the responsible adult who gets to take care of them. OK.....I said, no worries.....and gave him his passport to look after. I told him in no uncertain terms that he had better take good care of it.
We still had a few weeks of our Oz visit left and we went and visited family all over the place......mostly on buses and trains......nothing that required a passport.
Anyway the morning of our departure from Oz arrived......all our stuff was packed into the cases, and with only four hours to go before we flew out....i got out my document holder to check that we had all the tickets and flight times etc...and to check the passports. My passport was there tucked into its little slot.....where was hubby's? I could see him blanch and then go very red......he couldn't find it. He had no clue where he had put it for safe keeping. My nephew and niece have a really big house, so the search began....they looked everywhere.....in some most impossible places too, like bathroom cabinets. I got on the phone to the British Embassy in Melbourne...prepared to take a taxi into the city and get an emergency passport if necessary....only to realise that it was a public holiday and the place was closed until the following day.

Hubby (who has high blood pressure) was becoming more and more stressed....and he could see me leaving on the flight as booked with him having to pay to get another flight the following day.
We had looked in all the cases...everything had been taken out and repacked...but one of the cases had an outside pocket.......which I NEVER,EVER put anything in.......it was worth a shot......I unzipped it and there....lurking at the bottom was Hubby's errant passport. Big panic over...and 20 minutes to spare before we left for the airport.......I did some cussing under my breath that day.
He swears that HE didn't put it there....and I know that I didn't...so how did it get there???
Anyway, from then on he has let me look after the documents....that way if anything goes missing he always has someone to pin the blame on