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When I got back from my mini-vacation (I know, I'm sooo transatlantic), I was shocked to find I had been the victim of theft. I had a six-foot, framed tour poster of Guru's Jazzamatazz in the hall to my building. It wasn't expensive, but difficult to replace, and the frame-shop had had to deliver it in their van, as it didn't fit my car.

I talked to my neighbour V, who said it had definitely been there when she left for work Wednesday morning. My neighbours M&R said the flat opposite me had just been sold, and people had been moving in/out yesterday, with a Portobello van hire van. I called the estate agents , spoke to the guy dealing with the sale, and expained that someone had obviously taken my worthless piece of contemporary art by mistake when they'd been in the flat today, and could they perhaps return it. He called me back in five minutes, and told me that B's removal guys had taken it in error, and would return in.

When I got back from an evening with T last night it was back. Crime solved. They don't call me MI5 for nothing, you know. But then, they don't call me MI5 at all. Mostly becuase it just sounds like an obscure motorway, but largely becuase my immigrant antecedents would probably preclude me from service.