Sunny Morning, Bright Knight, Dull Evening

So we began the day with a trip to the Eye Clinic- Bob has finally been 'signed off' and all is well with the retinal repair. We celebrated with  coffee at the nearby shopping centre. It was a beautiful sunny morning.Then home for lunch and pootling about. 
I had some parcels to get to the Post Office, and another to collect from the Hermes Agent at a local Petrol Station. I decided I should go on my bicycle.

Much excitement in the precinct - our newest Charity Shop had just opened. The Dorset Blind Association had moved into vacant premise, and when we left for our hols, they were starting to move stock onto shelves. And when I arrived, I found that inside were Sir Julian and Lady Fellowes [technically Kitchener-Fellowes - on marriage they each added the other's surname, so that the K's wouldn't die out. She is descended from Lord Kitchener, famous for the 'Your Country Needs You' posters]

Now I loved Gosford Park [2001], and Lord Kilwillie in Monarch of the Glen - and then Downton Abbey [2010-2015] so it was lovely to meet this chap in person.
He really is a pleasant bloke - "May I take your photo, please?" "You'll want to be in it too, won't you?" "I'm no good at selfies" "Oh, that's no problem, Emma will take the shot" And so E K-F stepped forward and took my phone. She took three pictures "Just in case- I'm no good either" she said, smiling. Actually, all three were fine!
Then on to the Post Office - with a 30 minute queue, and much muttering by the customers. I walked back to my bike beside a lady complaining about the heat. 
"Better than rain - think of those poor people in Texas" I said. She was concerned, she had just posted her grandson a birthday gift and was worried the floods in the USA might mean it didn't arrive. Further enquiries revealed said lad is in California. I said that was hundreds of of miles away and it would be OK. "I know nothing about the States- I always go to Canada for my holidays" she said. 
I rang Bob, told him I had been delayed and wondered if I should collect parcel later. He said I might as well do it, so I cycled up to the garage. Collected parcel, bought a Birds Trifle [reduced to 20p] and cycled home. Went to put bike away. NO HANDBAG!
We shot back in the car. Bag not in petrol station. Then I spotted it on the ground by the footpath into the woods. In the bag I found house keys, phone, knitting, and a box of trifle - but no purse. All my cards, and some cash etc disappeared.
Spent most of evening cancelling cards [one call to Card Protection People], ordering replacement loyalty cards etc, informing Police and DVLA ...what a hassle. But it is only "stuff" - and so many people in other places have lost everything recently. So I'm being positive and moving on.
I met Sir Julian, and discovered he is a lovely Fellow, and my own knight in shining armour has helped and encouraged me. Who steals my purse steals trash. Tis something, nothing,. Twas mine, tis his, and has been slave to thousands...