Yeah I’ve done similar.
Long ride out, thick mud probably about 80Km from home, broken derailleur, called the wife from a little café in a village. I had to wait ages and eventually the tea room threw me out. Finally the wife turns up, and I have a cold take out coffee and a cake for her troubles.
Jump in the car get home throw the bike in the workshop to worry about later.
Next morning looking all over the house for my wallet, only to slowly realise where it is! in my camelbak 80Km away, propped up outside the tea room door. Along with a leatherman tool and a load of spares.
Tried calling the tea room but it is Sunday now, so I decided to drive over there and it was exactly where I left it and the place was busy with all sorts of people milling around.
The camelbak was my issue one and I would have been gutted.
It happens.