London Underground comes up trumps (or as we used to say Up London Underground)

So much seems to have happened to me this weekend. On one hand it was just another normal weekend spent catching up with my cleaning and other household chores, and yet a few kind of major things happened...I'll start with the good...

First off was I got my brown leather backpack which was stolen in an internet cafe back..(see archives for an account of this )which was a relief as I had a kind of sentimental attachment to it, having bought it in the souk in Marrakech on one of my first holidays outside the UK a few years ago. I had had the opportunity to try out my Naija-honed bargaining skills on the leather merchants in the souk and it had worked....I'd bought it for a fraction of what it would have cost in London and so was very proud of it.... until two "gentlemen" decided to relieve me of it in an internet cafe.....while I was helping one of them log on.....

So how did I get it back? Well I had a postcard from London Underground last week saying that they were in possession of some of my property and I was to call at their office to pick it up. I tried to think of stuff that I had lost or left on the tube and couldn't think of any, except for my stolen backpack. Anyway I went to the office on Friday morning, (a pain because they are only open Monday to Friday during working hours, so it meant going into work late) and behold they had my bag complete with the library books that were in it. My sunglasses which were also in it had however disappeared, but I wasn't quibbling. I paid my four pounds to the smiling London Underground lady and got out of there.

The guys who had run off with the bag had obviously found that the only things worth keeping in it were the sunglasses and had dumped the rest of the stuff at Bond Street tube station. I was delighted to get my library books and backpack back......