The milky bars are on me!

It pays to be a good citizen.

The day the inspectors left I decided to treat myself to a nice dinner, I popped in to the local supermarket.  Walking back to the car I saw a £20 note I picked it up, result!  It wasn't a £20, it was a heck of a lot more.  What to do?  I needed a windfall to boost my bank account, but what if this was a little old lady's pension, or it could even be drug money.  I couldn't keep it, I considered handing it in to the supermarket, but, well, you never know...  So I went to hand it in to the police, only to discover that our local station is only open on Mondays.  I called the police non emergency line and asked their advice.  "We can send an officer round to yours or you can drop it at a different station." The thought of police coming round and the neighbours' curtains twitching appalled me. "I'll drop it off!"  I said hastily. 

At the police station I was told that if it wasn't claimed in four weeks it would be mine.  I am not going to lie I secretly hoped it wouldn't be claimed.  People always says don't think about it and just get on with things and I've always wondered how you do that.  Surprisingly, I managed to do it, apart from the occasional fleeting moment I didn't think about much at all.  Then I realised time was up and called in to the station, after a half an hour wait including a call to the supermarket to see if anyone had claimed it, I was given a lovely little windfall.