I have just got home from work and as I empty my pockets I realise there is something missing, it is not my keys, I have my work phone and my personal phone, there is £3.20 in change, but no ten pound note.
I instantly start re-checking my pockets as if it is going to magically appear as I check the same pocket for the third time, in the back of my mind I know it has gone and that the chances of me getting back are the same as Winston Churchill becoming Prime Minister again.
I still find myself retracing the 15 minute journey back to the office "just in case" it is waiting for me to pick it up, with the reality sinking in that I had well and truly lost it (the money) a wave of panic swept over me, the sweating palms, pounding heart and a sick feeling lasted no more that 2 minutes.
An unusual thought popped in to my head, one I don't think I have ever had before...….It is only ten pounds. Then as if was Saint Jamie the Patron Saint of Money another thought reared its head.
The following is the thought I had
"I feel happy for the person who has found £10, I hope they use it for good, whether it be to buy their Mum, Dad, Brother, Sister, Husband or wife a gift, or maybe it was found by someone who was in desperate need of a pint, or just somebody who needed a bit of luck. I hope it has put a smile on their face just like the thought of them spending it made me grin. To whoever it was that found it, call it a gift, an act of random kindness from me to you."
After all......it is only a tenner!!!!!