I got on the underground at London Liverpool Street station back in May. By the time I reached Holborn station, I realised that my wallet has disappeared. I looked everywhere. All my pockets and around my seat. I even asked people sitting next to me to lift up their bums in case my wallet has slipped out and sat beneath them. Nothing. I’ve been pick pocketed! I was so depressed as it had all my cards and all.
Well, I checked my Facebook yesterday (mid-December) – which I do once every few months only – and I found a message from a person I’ve never heard of sent on May 9 saying he found my wallet. I texted him and he replied that he still has it and I can pick it up from him tomorrow at his office in Holborn. Isn’t that amazing?