I wrote about this man who found a wallet in one of the busiest streets in London. Can't recall the details of it, but somehow he managed to get into the man's bank account, take say, ten pence, something very small and leave a message for him each day.

Eventually the pair were able to meet and the wallet was returned. Turns out they only lived one street away from each other in the centre of London, for heaven's sake. But so good that the finder did the right thing.

I read a similar story recently about a man who lost his wallet whilst riding his motor bike. The people driving behind tooted their horn to tell him, but everyone toots their horns in Thailand.

Same thing. Somehow they managed to connect and the wallet was returned.

If only we could all be like that.

Those things we treasure that we keep in our bags mean so little to others, but everything to us.

All good here, Natalie, as I hope you are too.

You just made my day, by the way. 💖💖💖