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Ironically, while the burglary was taking place the Tamatea resident was holidaying with friends she met on the beaches of Gallipoli.
Born in 1942, she is, in her words, a genuine "war baby".
Thieves who steal from charity or pilfer sentimental items are always in for a heightened public towelling. But it's fair to say those with a disposition to raid people's homes wouldn't stop to think they've stooped lower than usual.
Ordinarily I'd have said they lack the integrity and sensibility to discern, that theirs is a standard-less industry, that for them, the only sin is getting caught.
These assumptions were collapsed yesterday afternoon - before which time anyone would have said the chances of Mrs Paviour reuniting with her medals were negligible.
About 2pm I was given the heartening news that someone had since thrown the medals on her front lawn.
On the eve of Anzac commemorations and the Gallipoli centenary, these particular crooks proved me wrong. While the return of the TV and car wouldn't be a bad sweetener, it seems there is, occasionally, a skerrick of honour among thieves.