There are still good people out there - proof
Today my 13 year old daughter lost her purse. The last place she remembered having it was on the bus on her way home from her birthday shopping trip, £70 in cash and her newly aquired bank card therein. To say she was upset would be the understatement of the year.
Armed with the bus number (the 536) and a description of the driver Mrs MTB and I jumped in the car in the forlorn hope of 1, finding the bus, 2 finding the purse and 3, finding any of the contents still in there.
Well, we managed all three. Caught the bus up 3 miles away in Bolton and a passenger had handed it to the driver who kindly looked after it and gave it back to us. We now have a happy birthday girl and my faith in human nature is restored. I know its not an Accy tale but thought I would share it anyway
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