Liza Birch
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You've been out shopping for coffee and a bottle of wine. You're walking home when you find a woman's handbag partially sticking out of a bush in a front garden next to the pavement. You take it to the corner of the quiet street, it's an expensive looking white Gucci handbag.
You look inside for some identification, so that you can return it. You find keys, photos and general handbag contents, but no clues to the identity of the owner, there's no mobile or a purse. As you dig deeper, you find a concealed zip with a leather folder containing documents, a driving licence and a wad of credit cards.
The driving licence shows that the owner is a Miss Liza Birch, the photo shows a very pretty blonde in her thirties.
Not wanting to look like a thief yourself, you memorise the address and tuck the handbag inside your shopping bag. The address is only a five minute walk from where you are. As you approach the street, you start to count down the numbers until you arrive at number 44.
It's a very beautiful house in a lovely area with a white sports car in the drive. You knock at the big oak door, the door opens. The driving licence photo didn't lie, there stands the gorgeous blonde in a revealing pink & blue floral mini dress, she's been crying.
Her face lights up,
Liza hugs you with joy,
You look inside for some identification, so that you can return it. You find keys, photos and general handbag contents, but no clues to the identity of the owner, there's no mobile or a purse. As you dig deeper, you find a concealed zip with a leather folder containing documents, a driving licence and a wad of credit cards.
The driving licence shows that the owner is a Miss Liza Birch, the photo shows a very pretty blonde in her thirties.
Not wanting to look like a thief yourself, you memorise the address and tuck the handbag inside your shopping bag. The address is only a five minute walk from where you are. As you approach the street, you start to count down the numbers until you arrive at number 44.
It's a very beautiful house in a lovely area with a white sports car in the drive. You knock at the big oak door, the door opens. The driving licence photo didn't lie, there stands the gorgeous blonde in a revealing pink & blue floral mini dress, she's been crying.
Liza Birch?you ask. She looks at you curiously,
Yes I'm Liza Birch, why?You pull out her white Gucci handbag,
I believe this is yours Missyou say with a smile.
Her face lights up,
please come in, it was stolen from me, where did you find it?she asks. She rummages through the bag finding her photos, her licence, her credit cards and her keys, she's delighted.
Liza hugs you with joy,
Thank you so much, she says.
Come through to the kitchen, tell me everything, I have a bottle of wine open, she adds.