Gypsies,Tramps and Thieves.

Shortly after my husband was admitted to the Adult mental health unit I was approached by one of the nurses and asked to bring some casual clothes for him. What he wears ARE his casual clothes,I said. I mean some gym wear like that and she pointed to what some male patients were wearing. No,he does not have anything like that,but I can always buy something.And I did. The next day I went to my local M&S and bought two sets of trousers and tops.I marked them with his name,washed both sets,as I always do everything new before it is worn, and took it to the hospital.Three days later the clothes disappeared never to be seen again - the trousers and the top he wore for two days never made it back to him from the laundry room and the unworn clothes he had in his wardrobe were also stolen. The travel card he insisted on keeping "in case he wanted to go home and I was not there to take him" also vanished as did a £20 note and some coins he wanted "to buy newspaper with".[He was an avid reader,several daily newspapers were a part of his and my life from the day we met]I had the presence of mind to replace his set of keys with some old ones..These went too,never to be seen again.After several weeks Olly was moved to a room further back.One day a student nurse ran into his room when she saw him walking into the communal area.I followed him several seconds later.The nurse did not know me. I was puzzled why she would be going into his room, the daily temperature,etc,had been taken, the room had been cleaned,sheets changed,so I turned back and walked in the room.She was startled and lost for words and I decided to let it go. But I had no doubt whatsoever that the girl was a thief and went there to rifle through my husband's belongings.