We had to go to a little shop for supplies, and when we were there an woman with the haggard face and demeanour of a bride of alcohol staggered into the shop and tried to hand a bundle of cards and some keys to the shopkeeper. She claimed to have found them on the wall outside and was blorting about the poor little girl who wouldn't be able to get home.
Shopkeeper wasn't interested and just told her to take them to the police station. Dana and I leapt into action as Super Citizens and offered to take them. We rifled through (ostensibly checking for a contact number, but in my case being nosey) and read the little love note tucked in from her boyfriend. Ahhhh, cute. No credit or debit card, no Oyster (travelcard) no money. Hmmmm - Dana was suspicious of Lady Alcohol and suspected that she didn't turn in everything she found. Still, we figured she'd be glad to get back what we had. So we handed it in to the (apparently attractive) policeman and went on our virtuous way.
We headed back to HM's pub, which is on the way home after all. And got another discounted pint each. We were slowing down at this point, and had already vetoed a side trip to another pub to try their strawberry beer.
We sat and chatted and laughed and took a couple more photos.
Us & beers:
Last edited by Sundae; 07-09-2008 at 06:24 AM.
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