Lost Glasses

The weather has been - wet. Very, extremely wet.
A few days ago, a chap came into the shop, and mislaid his glasses. He came back three times during the day to look for them, with no luck. Finally, he left his name and phone number, just in case they turned up.
When I went home that night, I noticed a sign on the railings of George House, saying that they had found a pair of glasses.
So, the following morning, I phoned the chap who'd left his details (now back home in the Midlands) and left a message on his answerphone.
Later, he rang back to say he thought they might be his, and gave his address so we could send them on.
I went round to George House that evening, and picked them up - the lady was delighted that they had been claimed. The chap must have walked straight past the sign on their railings without noticing it, because of the rain (and of course, he didn't have his glasses!).
Well padded with bubble wrap, the glasses are now on their way back to him - and everyone is happy!

We've done this sort of thing before - there was a chap who lost a very distinctive red sweatshirt, with a Welsh slogan done in Cyrillic writing like the old style Russian Communist party. I found it half way along Castle Street, in a heap on the floor, and we managed to get that back to him, too!