Mrs. Thatcher

Two men entered our little shop. One of them kept my elderly mother talking/distracted whilst the other slipped out, entered the kitchen thro' a separate door and stole her handbag. It was quite a loss because it contained money, her keys and credit card. There was in our village a friend and keen fisherman. One day, months later he was fishing six miles upstream from our village, when he hooked something large and inert. On landing the object it turned out to be a handbag and with further investigation a set of keys and a credit card was discovered---the card revealed that the bag belonged to my mother. It was returned to her rather soggy and muddy but sadly by then both card and keys had to be replaced. The thieves must have lobbed the bag over the nearest bridge when making their escape only being interested in ready cash.