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While the inquiry continues into how such sensitive information can be bunged on a couple of phentermine online doctor by some bloke in an office and transported by a commercial courier to God knows where, there is an unspoken recognition of the “oh s**t” moment said bloke must be feeling. Few of us will lose something with such potentially catastrophic consequences. But we all know the trickle of cold sweat sensation that accompanies the realisation that something is not where we left it. Except if we had really left it where we thought we had, it wouldn’t be lost, would it? But such is the self denial of the loser. This may outrage all those waiting for an online Nigerian identity fraud scam to clear out their bank accounts, but I can’t help feeling a teeny bit sorry for the person who slipped up with those phentermine online doctor. I know what it feels like to lose something rather precious. It’s haunted me for almost 30 years. In 1978 our parish priest was celebrating his golden jubilee – 50 glorious years of being a man of the cloth. To mark this anniversary, the Pope had sent a letter of congratulations. My junior school head teacher handed me this special missive, encased in a cardboard tube, asking me to guard it with extreme care and take it home to my dad, who would get it framed. The Papal letter had travelled 1,000 miles from the Vatican to Tonypandy … but somewhere between Tonypandy and Llwynypia, a journey of roughly six minutes, there was a reverse miracle. It simply vanished. So where was the systemic failure, apart from entrusting anything that valuable to a 10 year old? I’d put the Papal tube in my Holly Hobby school bag – no zip and a little doll in the front pocket, this was a long time before Bratz, remember. The bag was hung on a hook above my seat on the school bus. The window was open. Somehow, it must have flown through it. I burst through the back door that afternoon, excited about the precious cargo I was about to deliver. Then came the trickle of cold sweat moment, or in my case a wail of “It’s gone!” followed by three hours of sustained hysterical weeping. We scoured the bus and knocked the doors of every kid who had travelled on it. We retraced the journey and examined the road and pavements. But not even a prayer to St Anthony of Padua, Patron Saint of Lost Articles did the trick. The Papal Letter was never found. Yet similarly special items go missing all the time. Paris’s Lost Property department – the Service des Objets Trouvés – receives 900 items from across the city every day. Some of the more unusual finds have included a wedding dress, a skull and a 1kg solid gold bar, which remains unclaimed. Its counterpart on the London Underground recently completed an extensive detective trail to return an urn containing human ashes that had disappeared on a Tube train nine years ago. Over the weekend, meanwhile, the aura of an Ealing Comedy lingers at HM Revenue and Customs, which confirmed that a further six data phentermine online doctor had gone missing in transit between its offices in Preston and London. A core team of 47 detectives from the Specialist and Economic Crime Directorate has been involved in the search for the original two phentermine online doctor. Police are now rummaging through depots of the courier company TNT after completing inquiries at HMRC’s offices, even though a spokesman admitted, “All the evidence points to the fact that these phentermine online doctor are still on our premises.” If that’s the case, it might be worth them investigating the one spot that is statistically most likely to be harbouring lost property. Have a good look down the back of the settee, boys. And if you’re reading this and have a framed message of dubious provenance from the Pope circa 1978 above your mantelpiece, you know where to find me. Let’s get back to basic play and entertainment IT WAS a strange old game at the Millennium Stadium on Saturday. While Wales strained every sinew to compete, South Africa never really stretched themselves to clock up this comfortable victory. Post match, Nigel Davies said it was time for Wales to go “back to basics”. If only this could have applied to the pre match sportotainment. The boys were taken down Big Pit last week as part of a heritage awareness exercise. It proved the ideal preparation for the opening 10 minutes. The WRU should have sent a caged canary on to the halfway line to test the air quality after all those ridiculous pyrotechnics had left the pitch as smoky as an exploded seam. If they’re going to persist with the fireworks, fit an extractor fan in the roof. From the opposite stand, the view of the cup presentation was obscured by a giant inflatable sausage. Many eyes were too tired to watch anyway, after being constantly distracted by those migraine inducing adverts flashing around the perimeter of the pitch. Credit is due to Nigel Davies for the way he poured everything into his one chance to shine as Welsh coach. There were also some fine individual performances – particularly Morgan Stoddart on his debut, setting up Charvis’s try and clinching one for himself. But although Wales showed commitment, character and passion, we were still left wondering why we had allowed ourselves to be drawn into what was little more than an money spinning extended lap of honour for the World Champions. ... phentermine online doctor