Refreshing honesty

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ON the Monday before last, I met my son and daughter in the Coffee House, in Liverpool Road, to have a coffee together and to discuss my wife’s ongoing care.

When we got to the care home, I found I was without my wife’s camera, on which I’d taken pictures of her beloved garden. I thought I must have left it at home.

I hadn’t been back home very long when the phone rang.

“Hello, Coffee House here. We’ve got Mrs Grant’s camera. A customer has handed it in.”

With all the reports of snouts in troughs in sport and in high places, this is delightful proof that good, old-fashioned honesty is alive and well. Thank you, friend, whoever you are.

John Grant

Rackham Road