I left some items at a quick build that I had worked really hard on, located about thirty miles from me about 1986.
I went back to the hall after one of their first meetings to try and get my possessions back.
An elderly sister vaguely directed me to an enormous, overweight middle aged scruffy looking brother at the back of the hall, who she thought was in charge of lost property.
I approached him politely and asked him if he was the brother in charge of lost property after the quick build.
He looked at me with a scornful gaze and almost spat at me in a harsh Scottish accent: 'Lost Property!!! Laddie, I am THE CIRCUIT OVERSEER!!!'
What a to$$er!🤦♂️