I remember one of my students who considered herself an upstanding citizen found a purse. I asked her what she did with it. She told me she had kept it because it was tatty and didn't have much money in it. She was horrified when I suggested that a tatty purse with little money in it probably belonged to someone who couldn't afford to lose it.
In the early 1990s I found about £30 on the street and took it in to a nearby police station. I was surprised and, frankly, annoyed to be met with tutting and eye rolling with the clear implication I was an administrative burden. I wrote to complain. Within a couple of days a superintendent was knocking at my door offering apologies. I doubt that would happen today.
Absolutely no chance @BenCotto. In the late 1980s we were burgled, police did attend, and a few weeks later we had a call to say the guy had been arrested, and they had a quantity of jewellery so could we call in to see if any of it was ours. It wasn't, but the copper who spoke to us actually asked if we wanted it anyway as nobody else had identified it and it would help them clear the jewellery off their books. We declined the kind offer.
I had a similar experience many years ago [80s too] @KT53, although they didn't ask me to take the jewellery they showed me. Nothing I'd had stolen was of any financial value, but it was the locket my sister gave me when I was her bridesmaid that was valuable to me. I was also advised to be careful around 6 - 8 weeks later. The thieving barstewards apparently come back around that time, because they know you'll have the insurance money and will have probably replaced the items. They'd have been wasting their time with me. The irony is that I'd recently put double glazing in and the window was partially open in the bedroom. If I hadn't, they'd never have got in through the welded shut, paint encrusted windows that were originally there! I was in the flat at the time though.... I doubt it too @BenCotto. No wonder people feel let down by the Police service though. All of that scenario could easily have been avoided.
Glad you're ok @Uff. No damage round here despite the over 60mph stuff, so we were fortunate
It's a place where beautiful isn't enough of a word....
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
@Fairygirl , there always seems to an 'If only I had (or hadn't) in the burglary stories. We had only intended to pop out for 1/2 an hour to drop something in to a friend. Consequently we hadn't locked the outer door of the porch. Needless to say friend invited us in and we were gone for 3 or 4 hours. In that time it had become dark outside, our house was in darkness and the scrote could work in privacy to force the inner door.
Reminds me of the mugs made for Ashley Giles’ benefit year when playing for Middlesex. Meaning to say ‘King of Spin’ they arrived as ‘King of Spain’, a nickname he subsequently warmly embraced.
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Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
I was also advised to be careful around 6 - 8 weeks later. The thieving barstewards apparently come back around that time, because they know you'll have the insurance money and will have probably replaced the items. They'd have been wasting their time with me.
The irony is that I'd recently put double glazing in and the window was partially open in the bedroom. If I hadn't, they'd never have got in through the welded shut, paint encrusted windows that were originally there!
I was in the flat at the time though....
I doubt it too @BenCotto. No wonder people feel let down by the Police service though. All of that scenario could easily have been avoided.
Glad you're ok @Uff. No damage round here despite the over 60mph stuff, so we were fortunate
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
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Reminds me of the mugs made for Ashley Giles’ benefit year when playing for Middlesex. Meaning to say ‘King of Spin’ they arrived as ‘King of Spain’, a nickname he subsequently warmly embraced.