I went into town with herself and we had a look at the National Gallery and then we got back into the car and drove to the Queen of Tarts. Just as we were settling down, my work mobile started to ring. I looked at it balefully. Unknown number. I answered coldly. The caller asked my name. I told him, with increasing coldness. “It’s just that I’ve found your purse on the road and your card is in it.” The saintly finder dropped it into the local Garda station and I was able to go and pick it up (everything still there) even before I had realised it was lost. It is quite true what my mother says, “People are mostly very nice.”
I once was in Ikea on a crowded sunday afternoon, and to my great surprise, heard my name called in the speakers. The lady at customer service told me they had found my purse and that is when I realized that indeed I had lost it…
The one advantage of being completely scatty and disorganised is discovering how nice people are – from the stranger who chased me down to return an envelope full of cash to the bin man who rescued my handbag from a skip. I try and return the favour when I can
Yes, Viviane, Disgruntled, it is rather great to get something back before you know you’ve lost it although there is a peak time, just after you’ve realised but before you’ve done anything that is, arguably, even better…