In about 1979, the station padre came to my office in workshops at Henlow clutching a hallmarked silver chalice, slightly bent. It transpired that it had been thrown out in Malta (1975 presumably) and he somehow acquired it. I managed to straighten it with my bare hands!
I still have the card table but somehow the trolley has disappeared; I finally sold my No 1 and No 5 uniforms only last week. Still got the OP shoes but I'm sure they don't fit.