I got my cards and wallet back. No problem there.
Not before, however, I made the mistake of phoning my mum for a bit of moral support and got the usual tirade about how I am not safe to be let out on my own, can't do anything and the best thing I could do with my life would be to give it all up and come back to live with her. Damn everything. Damn my useless this, my useless that. Nobody likes me apart from her. She's all I've got in the world and SHE WILL SOON BE DEAD.
Turns out that the card wallet was handed in by somebody who is/was a friend of an person I was a carer for before he died in the village out on the street, so this elderly gentleman handed it in to the supermarket because he saw the loyalty card in it.
He thought he recognised the name but couldn't be sure. I only found out this because on first walking up to the desk, Nathalie, (who I kind of know now as the manager) just handed me back my card wallet, hardly saying anything but then I wandered about a bit in the shop, thinking whether or not I should buy something for the staff room or not, couldn't find any nice tins of chocolates or biscuits and in a bit of a daze picked up a Haribo bucket of mini packs of sweets.
Don't ask.
So I went back to the front desk and Nathalie explained the whole wallet in the street thing. She accepted the Haribo bucket quickly enough though. I said something stupid like, "It's for the children."
I've phoned my mum back to tell her this heartwarming story of how this old gent thought of me, did the right thing and how indeed, I am a valued member of society.
She said that she was very busy and had no time.
Happy weekend everybody! Let your wallets be bulging with cash and not jumping out of your handbags at inopportune moments, may your lives be full of charitable and kindly old gentlemen, and may your mothers be sweet and keep their opinions of your lifestyle choices to themselves.