My kids found a handbag at the seaside so I did the 'Now we honest people will take it to the police station so the owner can claim it' thing.
The kids looked inside in case there was anything valuable and, ooer, there it was, a large lump of cannabis resin, neatly marked off ready for sale.

'What's this, Mum?' they asked. I explained and they passed it around curiously.

The bag contained benefit books for a woman and her kids. Looked like she'd been selling the stuff and perhaps had her handbag stolen, and her purse taken and the bag chucked over the sea wall.

There was no address for where she was staying so I couldn't get the bag back to her directly, and to get new benefit books she'd have to prove she'd reported the old ones lost.

So we took the bag with contents intact to the police station, where the kids watched the woman on the desk itemise it all.

Felt sorry for the woman who owned the bag, and I could have kept the cannabis so the woman wouldn't get arrested when she turned up for the bag. But I didn't use it - I don't even smoke - and my kids needed me to set a good example. I wasn't about to cover up for a drug dealer or pocket the stuff in front of them.

Poor woman, I bet she was in a world of trouble.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Sun 19 Sep 2010, 19:02, Reply)