Well, doesn't the world move in mysterious ways? Thank you for all your sympathies over my stolen purse last Sunday and even more so for the stories about those that turned up again thanks to the kindness of strangers. On Tuesday I had the most incredible phone call from a very kind lady at the Wolverhampton Sorting Office. Amazingly, my purse had turned up in a sackful of post from the Moorlands (yes really, our post is sorted by an office more than 50 miles away; if you post a letter here to someone just down the road it has to do over a 100 mile round trip to get there - ridiculous but I'm waffling!)
Apparently items that are dumped in postboxes (all sorts of things she told me) are routinely destroyed but this kind lady had a quick look inside to see if there was any identification and came across a few snaps in there of my boys and me and took pity on us. She took the time to go out of her way and tracked us down via our Caravan & Camping Club card and my purse was retuned by Wednesday lunchtime, complete with bank cards etc, just the £15 cash missing.
I can hardly believe it and even more kindness in that my mum and sisters don't want to return the replacement Cath purse so I've been extremely fortunate all round. Funny how someone smiles on you sometimes. The world is full of lovely people.
They were just £8, can you believe and will be perfect for taking away on our little jaunts.