I can't believe it… it must've fallen from my pocket when I got my keys out, and been sat out there for a day and a half. Everything's in there, even my emergency tenner.
My front door's only a metre from the pavement, she'll have seen it walking past, along with every other person who walked down there and happened to glance in the right direction — customers to the pub, the takeaway, the corner shop, people walking to the park or the school or the church, there's people walking past every few minutes. Nobody even swiped the tenner, and this woman took time out of her bank holiday morning to work out what must've happened and make sure it got back to the right person.
DP answered the video doorbell, she said she'd found a wallet outside our front door and asked for a name, he gave his and when she clarified female, gave mine, and when she confirmed he just asked her to pop it through the door, without the copious thanks I wanted to give. We were having a lie in and he was barely awake; I tried to get downstairs in time to thank her but she'd gone.
So if you're what he described as a tall blonde woman holding a baby, and you spoke to a gruff-sounding man this morning to return a wallet, please just know there's a very, very grateful woman here who didn't even know she'd lost anything and might not have realised for days.