“I also thought it was a bit over the top and not the sort of thing you would have liked, but you know how materialistic Mum is,” came my natural voice reply.
“If she had chosen an inconspicuous urn I wouldn’t be thought of as a bag of cocaine,” was the deep reply.
“I don’t know what you mean, Dad?”
“Hm, that i***t who stole the urn thinks he’s come into luck with a stash of cocaine,” was the anguished response.
“You mean he’s taken you out of your urn…” I said in my usual voice.
“And he’s trying to sell me as cocaine!” was Dad’s deep voiced reply.
“So, what do you want me to do?” I enquired.
“Catch the bugger,” said Dad’s voice. “By the way, the little s**t also went into your room to have a look around, but he didn’t take anything. You might recognise him.”
“How would I be able t
