I left my pink suitcase on the train twice on the same trip. On the first occasion I remembered just in time and managed to correct my mistake. The second time it was too late.
I phoned WC to ask what could be done. She informed me that the University had paid an £8 premium for the railway company’s lost property insurance policy and that she was sure that the suitcase would soon be found. Put to the test, the scheme worked a dream, and I was soon reunited with my belongings.
My trip took me along muddy country lanes and into less picturesque corners of the Cotwolds with NY and SY. My final destination was London, where I broke in to Belle’s flat while she was at work. She found me there at lunchtime in my pyjamas when she popped home to check on the dog.
Belle suggested that I take the afternoon off for a wander around the charity shops. I could also pick up some salad for supper. Then she told me all about her forthcoming holiday in Sweden with SH, who had generously offered to pay for the whole trip.