So ordered tickets last Weds evening and they arrived on Friday.....5 tickets in total....mine, Langoe junior, his mate's and a couple for season ticket holders we sit next to....all gd. I place them in the kitchen window in the envelope....Mrs Langoe as she does when having a quick 'tidy' (without me knowin)...moves them from there onto the work surface close to the back door....where we often place our recycling before it's taken out to the bin. On our walk with dog at 7am this morning it suddenly dawns on me that I haven't seen the tickets since Friday and couldn't recall putting them into my bedside cabinet where I normally put them....Mrs Langoe not perturbed by my rising angst casually drops in the fact that she did in fact move them from their original position to the work surface by the back door....I can't remember seeing the said envelope anywhere near the back door and therefore cant believe I put them in my usual 'safe' place in either my bedside cabinet or the coffee table drawer in the lounge....the rest of the walk becomes a fairly muted affair and doesn't last as long as usual as I'm desperate to get home and see the tickets.....they're not by the back door, they're not in the coffee table, drawer...please God let them be in the bedside cabinet....ah there's a white envelope..thank you lord....unfortunately it's an old envelope from the Bolton away tickets which has my receipt in it....my heart starts to beat rather more quickly as I realise that the envelope could have got picked up with papers, magazines, other recycling bits n pieces normally left by the back door kitchen....and of course this week is green bin week....so if the tickets have been thrown into the bin it's a question of when.......after 7.30 on Monday morning when the bins are emptied and I'll avoid sobbing uncontrollably.... before 7.30 and my marriage to Mrs Langoe possibly wont survive that hour....as I walk round to the the corner to the green bin I feel slightly sick.....there's not a lot in the bottom of it as it was emptied yesterday, a few bits n pieces...no sign of any white envelopes so in my desperation I tip the bin upside down...the contents fall onto the patio....and as I rummage through it a delightful fucking white envelope with 5 Wembley tickets inside, falls from a folded newspaper.....there is a God after all.....Mrs Langoe? Tells me it's nothing to do with her at all.....for once I can't be arsed to reply...I'm too bloody relieved for that and the white envelope is now very safely placed in my bedside cabinet far away from the 'tidying' hands of Mrs Langoe........