Piccadilly. Pouring with rain, I struggled to get my umbrella out of an already soaking shopping bag. I trudged on to Liberty’s via Golden Square. Breathing a sigh of relief as I arrived but looking like a drowned rat, I began to drip my way upstairs.
When I went to put my umbrella back into my sodden bag, said bag was missing. There hadn’t been much in it but it weighed very little and was useful. Oh dear … oh well … I expected somebody would pick it up and put it in a bin or take it home and find it useful too.
Then I forgot about it as I had something similar at home. About a week later, when John was away, I decided to go to the Nordic bakery in Golden Square and buy a favourite egg and herring sandwich in a round bun for my supper. Joy – there were one or two left. I came out of the café and lo and behold – on the railings opposite, surrounding the grassy square – was my bag – waiting patiently. I crossed the road, picked it up and found something inside. A brochure telling me about all the shops to visit in the neighbourhood.
Lost and Found
So some kind person had rescued it from the gutter, put in the brochure and hung it on the railings. It was such a nice surprise to see it again and have good feelings about who had put it there. Just reporting an act of random kindness … heartwarming … thank you.
PS In Britain, we have ‘Lost Property’. In France they have ‘Objets trouvés’ – (found objects). Different mindsets … !