I wrote some eight hours ago that I’d be back on this site in a few hours. I was hoping to post another of my quizzes, or perhaps write a post about the hazards of booking flights on the internet.
Howver…
I caught my train from Brighton at 1.49, and settled down to read my book. As is usual, I was so engrossed that I almost missed my station and jumped off at East Croydon, caught the next train to East Grinstead and stuck my nose back in my book. It was only when I got to East Grinstead that I realised that I didn’t have my handbag – money, cards, phone, tickets…
I cannot thank the young man at East Grinstead station sufficiently for his help, courtesy and, most important for me, his humour. I really appreciate people who can make me see the funny side of myself.
My bag had been found, and handed in … my faith in human nature has been confirmed today.
Boadicea's Chariot 
Good 😉
I’ll refrain from commenting on missed trains and lost handbags, pleased to hear that you made your destination complete
Yes, good, Boadicea.
We are inclined to be cynical but just occasionally, this is not justified!
Good news, Boa. There are many good people out there and it’s great that you found a couple of them today. 🙂
Wow! I know that sinking feeling when you relaise it’s gone! Glad you got lucky….
Yes, getting lucky is about it nowadays.
🙂
Assuring to read your lost and found account. There is so much to pay attention to when travelling alone.
Phew, what a relief Boa.
Thanks for this Boa,
Nothing like a little good news to start the day instead of the usual doom n gloom that oozes out of the meeja.
I too know that feeling when you realise you have mislaid your personal items, it isn’t nice.
Oh good. Yes people are generally nice, I find. Except the bloody Metropolitan police. That whole G20 failure to prosecute/digging out dodgy pathologist stuff stinks. I’m quite cross but have no time to blog it, which is a shame. Hate wasting good vitriol.
Thanks Soutie!
My problem was very simple, Shermeen. I have been batting back and forwards between Hove and East Grinstead for the last two months, and I am used to travelling with a backpack and a small handbag. This time I was carrying the backpack, another large bag and my handbag … so when I got off the first train with just the backpack and bag I ‘felt’ right. It wasn’t until I looked in the large bag that I realised that I had (foolishly!) not put the handbag safely away. The moral here is not to change my modus operandi – or maybe not to get too engrossed in my book 🙂
There was lot of money in the bag and I really did not expect to see it again… what worried me most were the cards, driving licence and other things that are just so hard to replace. I couldn’t even phone anyone since the only phone numbers I could remember were my mother’s and my daughter in Oz!
The people at Victoria station were ‘on the ball’ – they phoned the last two people who had phoned me – I always knew there was a good reason I didn’t lock my mobile! Had I been able to remember my father-in-law’s telephone number, Bearsy could have told me that the bag had been found – he knew I’d lost it long before I did!
I really have nothing but praise for the way the Railway people dealt with my problem… including giving me a free pass to get up to Victoria to collect it.
Actually Jan, I phoned the police from the station – and they were not one bit helpful!
Gd mng Boa – yes I am glad to hear of this good result; it is indeed reassuring, we all need to be reminded of the good in people. Please pass on my best wishes to Bearsy and for a successful operation.