Zolled

Our trip home seemed uneventful...the French air traffic control strike was over and our flight was 'only' delayed by 15 minutes or so, and of course the flight itself had the obligatory screaming children and applause on landing for the pilot. 
Then we got to baggage reclaim and we waited, 10 bags came off...we waited, another 10 or so bags, eventually Mr K's bag emerged and had clearly been opened, another long wait and the final two bags  appeared, which also appeared to have been opened.  And at the exit, what looked like a whole squad of customs guys and armed cops patrolling outside.
Back home and careful unpacking proved that all three bags had been thoroughly rummaged through and I'm missing a pair of earrings.