At the Farmers' Market

Today there is a story - not wishing to rival Tussock of course. Some hours after visiting the farmers' market 'D' realised that his wallet was missing. After a thorough search of pockets, the house, the car and having retraced all steps, we were on the point of reporting it to the police when the door bell rang. It was 'P', from whom we buy our fresh vegetables, with 'D's' wallet which 'D' had dropped in front of his table at the market. Relief wasn't the word. What a lovely fellow 'P' is - and delicious fresh veggies too!