Had a bit of a mad one tonight!
Just after teatime I had a random phone call from a very excited bloke with a foreign accent. The phone call went something like this:
Bloke: I have lost luggage I am 60 miles away.
Bloke: I bring your bags. I be there in 90 minutes. You at home?
Dai: Hang on a minute…are you saying that you have my lost bags?
Bloke: Yes! I come now.
Dai: What?! Are you in Burkina Faso or Britain?
Bloke: In Britain. I am in [couldn’t pronounce place name]. I be there in 90 minutes. That OK?
Dai: Alright, yeah, nice one bruv. See you in a bit…
And true to his word (well half an hour late) he turned up at my house and handed me my big black sports bag complete with 9 rucksacks, still stuffed with toys for our kids in BF201! Unfortunately, the bloke’s poor grasp of English meant that while he had promised me bags (plural), he was actually only in possession of a single bag. The bad news for James is that his bag (along with all his clothes and clobber, as well as the final 3 rucksacks) is still unaccounted for!
Tonight’s little episode, however, has certainly encouraged us that there is at least a glimmer of hope that we may yet be reunited with our final bag(s)! I guess the challenge now is how the dickens do we get these bags into the hands of our kids in BF201. We’ll probably be getting in touch with Royal Air Maroc and asking them to help us out, cos they are kind of responsible for all this craziness! We’ll keep you posted.
So for those of you who are reading this and want to know if your rucksack is one of those that has just come back, here’s a list of the ones that are now back in our possession:
Let’s keep praying for the remaining stuff to show up, and let’s keep trusting in the goodness and sovereignty of God.
It’s all a bit nuts really innit?!