Sometimes I really despair with people and sometime family members are the worst of the bunch by far.
My Grandfather died last year at the grand old age of 99. He was an engineer both during WW2 in the army and in civilian life. He taught me a lot over the years and I doubt I would be doing what I am now and have the interests I have if it wasn't for him. I sometimes find myself pulling the same gags on my grandchildren that he pulled on us and this makes me smile a lot.
When he died the usual family vultures swooped down on his house and basically gutted it of anything valuable. The one thing that I would have liked to have was one of his watches for the collection but they all vanished. C'est la Vie.
I did end up with the things that mattered to me - his tools and some WW2 stuff.
I found out later that my Auntie (Mums youngest sister) had ransacked the house and taken all the watches. Apparently looking for a gold Rolex he had been given as a 21st birthday present in 1940 with an inscription on the back to attest that.
I though she was after it for sentimental reasons and never thought of it again.
Roll forward to this weekend and my mums 80th party with all the family there.
My Auntie came and sought me out, I swear deliberately, to tell me that she had the Rolex It was worth lots of money which is why she wanted it and it was up for auction in a local auction house this week.
She also insisted on telling me all the plans she had for the money.
So now to keep the watch in the family I'm going to have to try and buy it back tomorrow.
Wish me luck.