Lost property...

On setting off to work this morning, I found this sad little creature sitting on my wall... I can only assume someone had found her lying on the ground and had kindly sat her in a more prominent position so that she could be reclaimed by her rightful owner... probably a Mum on the school run with a little one in the pram...She was gone by the time I got home...

She made me think about lost property... I recently went to Paris to reclaim my son's stolen wallet from Le Bureau des Objets Trouves in Paris. (Anyone who knows me will know that this apparently selfless act was motivated by my "any-excuse-for-a-jaunt-to-Paris-will-do" approach to life.) But, interestingly, that Parisian office was the very first modern "lost and found" office to be created. In 1805, Napoleon himself ordered his prefect of police to establish it as a central place "to collect all objects found in the streets of Paris". Before that, people generally didn't lose things, had fewer belongings and looked after them more carefully!

I was also reminded of a joke by Billy Connolly in relation to finding things: He said "When people say "it's always the last place you look". Of course it is. Why would you keep looking after you've found it?"

Glasgow humour? Perhaps... Made me smile!