Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

Yesterday I went shopping with my friend. On the way home I stopped at a cashpoint to withdraw some money as I'd run out. I put the card in, punched the PIN, requested the desired amount and a receipt. After a short while I was walking away tucking my card back into my purse. "Hey! Your money, your money!"
I turned around to see this rough-looking bloke chasing after me, waving my £50 - which I'd left in the slot.

Today I posted an application for an interpreting course that I'm hoping to do in the summer. As the envelope was falling into the postbox I realised with horror that I'd forgotten the stamp. I had until May to send the application, so I could have rung the company to tell them they'd be receiving a letter in the next few days that they'd have to pay for as I'd forgotten the stamp. I could have explained what had happened and asked them to ignore it as I'd be sending another application. However, there was an essay question in the application that had taken me a couple of weeks to write (and I still managed to make a mess of it as I really had no clue what to say). Of course I couldn't remember a word of what I'd written so it would have taken me another two weeks to re-write, with the likelihood that it'd be even more crap than the first version. On top of that, there was the risk that they *wouldn't* ignore the letter, so they'd pay to see my crap first essay, followed by my crappier second essay in a few weeks. This course is highly oversubscribed and *that* really would not have helped me to get on it!
I looked at the collection times on the postbox and set out to wait a couple of hours in the hope that the postman would let me retrieve the letter and affix the stamp on it. I didn't have much hope as I know they can't do that - once it's in the box, it's gone. Guess what, he let me have it back! Shame I can't write to his bosses praising him as I'd probably put him in trouble for doing that.

While I was waiting in the cold and rain, the guys from the local cab office (right next to the postbox) took it in turns to keep me entertained, offering me bowls of nuts and dried fruit and buying me coffees at the deli next door to keep me warm and out of the rain. How nice is that!

Enough to restore faith in humanity. It's definitely not all bad :)