AND FINALLY: A good deed at any time

The editor in chief at 77 can sometimes be absent minded.

Following the government guidelines, together with his wife, he took a walk along the local High Street. He somehow dropped his wallet.

It was straight back home to call the bank and cancel the credit cards.

And then the other phone rang.

It was the ever helpful Philippa, secretary of the Aviation Club.

Yacine had called her. He had picked up the wallet, spotted the name Ginsberg on his Freedom Pass, Googled, and the club membership and its phone number came up.

It turns out that Yacine, an Algerian, lives just around the corner and had been at the Oxford Air Training School. He’s now taking BTN. Funny old world.

And a happy ending.

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Michael Gee, London

Boston and a cruise ship visit. We took a taxi into town, got out, and inadvertently left the mobile on the back seat. Whoops – the cab had gone! What to do? Go back to the ship. Into another cab and discussing the matter, with the driver overhearing the problem. “Let me call your phone,” he says and within seconds he is talking to the original taxi driver. We all meet up. I pay the regular fares. And am very happy. This time a Moroccan. Friendly people the North Africans.

Tony Hesketh-Gardener,

On holiday in Gibraltar when I was your age my wife and I returned to our hotel and found that my wallet was no longer in my pocket. I called the store where I had made a purchase, the taxi company and the police, all to no avail, then cancelled the cards. Moments later I had a call from the store saying that a customer had returned my wallet having found it in the pocket of a shirt that he had just bought...…...