We have been noticing that money has been going missing in our house for quite a while now. I assumed my husband was taking it, he assumed I was taking it and we didn't say a word to each other.
We had been trying to get enough cash together to fund another European road trip (because when you drive around Europe you had better have enough cash in your wallet to pay for fuel).
Then one day we realised that the money was gone.......disappeared.......completely!
My immediate thought was that there must be someone living in our cellar and stealing money every now and then (I tend to be a bit irrational with my thought processes since having children). But thankfully hubby immediately suggested that it had probably been taken by one of the boys and thus would just 'turn up' in the not too distant future stuffed into a wellie or toilet bowl in the house.
That night I hardly slept thinking about the burglar which turned out to be a good thing because I heard a rustling coming from behind one of the cupboards in our little reading [Lego] room.
As you can imagine I was far to scared to investigate the source of the noise myself so I just made sure that I slept with my fingers and toes inside the duvet (just in case) and cuddled up a bit closer to Henry than usual.
In the morning my hubby sealed all the gaps in the wall with parcel tape and set about starting to pull out the bookshelves. By this time we expected to find a mouse living there but, oh my, this mouse had expensive taste in bedding material............
[Would-be burglars please note that we no longer have a pile of cash in our house and do not intend to ever again]