You may remember that I was in France in October.
And you may also remember that despite having a wonderful time with lots of new experiences to put "in the bank", I did fall victim to a thief who dipped my day sack and made off with my wallet.
My bank cards were cancelled within half an hour, and the biggest loss was my moleskine notebook and all the handbag ephemera we carry around with us like photographs and little yarn snippets.
Well, yesterday morning, out of the blue, I got a letter.
Not just any old letter.
I wondered if this was a belated "sorry you were the victim of a crime" missive.
Perhaps the Police in Nice had passed on the crime details from the report we filed with them to the Consulate.
Or...
... the only things in my wallet which had my address on were my moleskine and my driving licence, maybe one of them had turned up.
How about that?
I knew immediately that I wasn't about to entrust this to the postal service after being without it for so long. I have no idea what else is still in it, but I am hoping that if the thief didn't think my bank cards and driving licence were worth having then perhaps the yarn snippets and other bits and pieces which are of no value to anyone but me might, just might still be inside it.
But I don't have a French bank account, and a bank draft is not the easiest of things to organise on a snowy Monday, so I got to thinking... and I emailed someone (she knows who she is) who graciously said she would help. I was all set to put fifteen euros in an envelope this morning when I got a second email suggesting a donation to p/hop instead.
Wasn't that a lovely thing to do?
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