Restoration of faith in humanity

I thought I should post something positive on here as for some reason it does all seem a bit doom and gloom. A few weeks ago I lost my mobile after a night on the sauce in Soho. Being the usual disorganised person that I am, I didn’t get around to doing anything about reporting the loss. On Saturday night I received a phone call from my dad telling me that he’d just been called by a barman who had my mobile, so could I give him a call back about retrieving it. I was, quite frankly, gob smacked that someone had gone to the trouble to go through the phonebook and then call my dad about it. I was also very impressed that said barman didn’t laugh at the facts that: (a) I had to ask him for quite detailed directions as well as the name of the bar in which he worked as I couldn’t remember where or what it was; and (b) the fact that I am a 28 year old woman whose father is listed as “Daddy” in her mobile. Anyhoo, handover was completed a few days later and me and my mobile were reunited.
Then I went and lost it again a week later in Covent Garden and it hasn’t been seen since. Hey ho.