Looking for lost things

Escorted Mrs Kenny to the library. A beautiful, early autumn morning, and after she went in to delight the infants of Seaford, I wandered over to the Seaford Peace Garden, and then mooched down to the seaside.   

Then home to complete the online form for a new passport. On reaching the payment screen I started the  futile search for my trusty green leather wallet. Even Lorraine couldn't find it. I've had the wallet for eleven years but it is properly lost.

Luckily, nobody had used my bank cards and I froze two on my phone app, and the other with a phone call. I called The Prince Albert, visited Seaford Station, where the man in the ticket office was very helpful, filled out the lost property form on line, and popped into Seaford Police station. No actual police there, but in the tourist office reception area, shared by the police, a nice woman said it would have been handed into her but nothing had.

 

In the afternoon, I took out a rubbish bag from the bin and went through its contents, to check that I hadn't thrown my global knife away by mistake earlier in the week. It made me gag, and the knife wasn't there. 

But all being well at least I will have soon have a new passport. A peaceful evening with Lorraine. 

Below: this morning in the Peace Garden.