A little old lady in strange boots took my money

I finished my Christmas shopping completely today. I only had a couple of items left to pick up so it wasn't too stressful. In fact, on the whole I'd rate this years round of present buying as probably the most stress free so far. There may be something to be said the organisation malarkey after all.

The day was only marred a little when I discovered I'd lost some money. It wasn't a huge amount, only thirty pounds or so, but it's still money I'd prefer to have in my pocket than lying on the streets of London. I retraced my steps back to the shop where it was most likely to have fallen from my pocket and a helpful sales assistant recalled that she had indeed spotted the money just after I'd left, but before she'd been able to pick it up an old woman had swooped down on it, claiming as her own. Even when Helpful Sales Assistant pointed out that the money had been dropped by someone else, the old woman apparently stamped her feet, declared the money to be hers, turned around and left. The only description HSA gave me was that she was "a little old woman in strange boots".

Oh well, it's the season of goodwill to all, including little old women in strange boots, so where ever you may be, old woman, know that I bear you no grudge and hope the money brings you a little happiness this Christmas time.