I heard something that made me smile yesterday.

Somebody I know at work lost his bank card recently. It was the day before he was due to go down to a festival in London too, so as you can guess that pretty much totally sucked. He got by, luckily. And, as anybody would do in these times, he cancelled his card as soon as possible, given that in this day and age nobody can be trusted. Ever.

Then, a couple of days ago, he got a letter in the post and inside was a note from Lloyds Tsb saying 'With Compliments'; his card was enclosed. Somebody had found his card and handed it into the bank, who had sent him back his card.

He's a really decent guy so if anybody deserved to get his lost card back it was him. But I really love that not everybody is a fraudulent thief. It gives me hope. I think we are, as a race, very slightly nicer than the papers make us out to be.


Just a final note; I am now well and truly obsessed with Death Note. It becomes even more interesting when you start to wonder what you'd do if you found a Death Note. I really think that the person who wrote this has a maximum IQ score. It's so wonderfully intricate.