The Good Samaritan

I was so pleased on arriving home on Christmas Eve. After a long and fatiguing journey back on the train, I thought that my mobile phone had been stolen; there I was at Piccadilly Station in Manchester rummaging through all my pockets and with five layers on, I was sweating away. I even traced my path back along the platform just hoping that there it would be just before my eyes, my treasured mobile phone. Unfortunately it was not to be and I resigned myself to being a victim of crime until I arrived home when I was confronted with the great news that a good samaritan had picked it up and handed it in to the lost property office; I was so relieved, so here's celebrating the good samaritan and the festive spirit.