Lost and battered but here

The picture shows a grubby postcard and a post-it note that I found on returning home this evening.

I am one of a group of Twitter friends who breach the gap of follower anonymity by exchanging postcards with each other.

A follower who is on a mini European tour holiday sent me this card from the UN in Brussels and somehow, as the note says, it ended up in the flower beds of a house almost a mile away.

The finder took the trouble to bring it to my home with a written explanation - and I'm quite staggered.

Sort of drives a coach and horses through the popularly held view that neighbourley behaviour is a thing of the past.