So on Wednesday night I was rooting around in my backpack for my sunglasses and guess what I found.
Yes, Jeffrey’s passport. We have no idea how it got into my backpack, neither of us have any memory of a moment when he would have handed it to me and then a moment when I would have put it in my bag. But in my bag it was!
All’s well that ends well — both Jeff and his passport are safely back in the country.
