Oh, and the plant off the reception table! Pressie for Mum obviously.
Jeez! At that rate if you had been there they would have had the shirt off your back too!
My Dad recently left his phone on a station in London (I think paddington), it fell out of a lower suit pocket I think. Anyway he had a call to his "home" from the orange shop! It had been handed in!
I have not been so lucky, I lost my PDA on a station once (Kings Cross - yes on platform 9b- perhaps Harry Potter has it!)... the first thing it said when you switched it on was my name and number! ARGH! I am always so paranoid about losing things but I was in a fluster about something and lost it - and as Mark knows... I do get in a fluster... and when I do I am akin to a Hurrincane.
