Years ago, not long after we got married, I planted some fuchsias from the local nursery to brighten up the communal area of the block of flats we were living in. We had a lovely group of neighbours, they came out to admire them and somebody brought out wine and we stood around chatting and drinking it. Next morning, somebody had nicked all the plants out of the ground. I was so upset that some passerby had just thought they were entitled to take our stuff.
Then we were in Disney Paris, and me and my daughter, then 13, were up tower, waving down at DH and my brother, when I actually saw a hand snaking into the bag over my shoulder, yelled loudly and saw the thief vanishing down the steps. A very solicitous French bloke fussed, asking what was wrong and got in the way as I tried to give chase, or alert our men (DB was a detective sergeant), only realised afterwards that the bloke was probably in cahoots. It turned out thief had been RETURNING my purse to my bag. Cash had gone but cards left. At the time, France used PIN numbers but we didn’t. I was lucky. Had gone to get more cash from hole in wall as we entered the park, but it was empty, or he would have had £200 more. Still, it spoilt the afternoon, we had to leave the park and go to a police station a couple of miles away to report it for the insurance and were there ages with very disinterested gendarmes, wished I hadn’t bothered. Very unsettling and ruined the day