Call me a cock-eyed optimist

Great day yesterday swanning about in Oxford having coffee then lunch then a drink with three wonderful people. I also did a bit of writing and continued the search for my outfit for my friend's wedding. We also chatted later in the evening about the recent film I saw THE WEDDING DATE which made me think maybe I need to get me of those too, not a rented one, of course but a willing chum - eek!.

It really was a great day and still unspoiled by what could have been DREADFUL...

I was humming my way home on the park and ride bus when, without knowing it, I somehow let my purse slip out of my handbag. I didn't realise this at the time at all.

As I was driving home from the park and ride, a friend called me several times, and left a message which is unlike her. I picked up the message as soon as I parked back in High Wycombe and phoned Hazel straight back as her message had requested.

It seems that an extremely MARVELLOUS person (called Michael) had found my purse on the bus and discovered Hazel's number on the sponsorship form for my Charity Parachute Jump (anyone still wanting to sponsor me do let me know!). So this man ( I really should call him GENTLEMAN - his actions deserve the epithet!), this gentleman had told Hazel that he'd found my purse and would I like to collect it? I then phoned him and arranged collection.

So I am driving back over to Oxford today to collect it from his office.

Anyone else have their faith in humanity restored? I think this shows how GOOD people are on the whole.

Isn't the world fabulous?