Today is my monthly visit to see Jack and his wife.Jack being an old Postie mate of mine.Who took me under his wing back in 72 when i joined Royal Mail.So i am waiting for the bus,alone.I look down and find a wallet.Bus comes,i check the wallet on the bus,loads of cards and £85 in notes.So home i come four hours later.Mrs Postman finds a phone number for the name after googling it and checking the address on the driving license.One happy builder coming round in the morning.He is only working two streets away,he called in for a sarnie at our local cafe.He had already cancelled his cards,but he thought his cash would be long gone.Nice result.