A dd who’d returned from work via a heaving Waterloo station in the rush hour, found on arriving home that she’d lost her purse. Assuming she’d been pickpocketed, she cancelled all cards, but the next day she called in at Waterloo’s lost property, just in case.
And lo, some kind person had handed it in, all contents intact, so evidently she must somehow have dropped it. It did restore our faith in human nature.
I once had my bag snatched off the front passenger seat of my car, while waiting to turn left at a busy junction after dark, in the rain. (Talk about a lesson in using your central locking!).
Some months later we came home to find the purse that had been in that bag, put through our letterbox. Someone had found it (rather the worse for wear) in their garden, where the thief had evidently thrown it. My driving licence (which I still hadn’t bothered to replace) a couple of other items that were still valid, were still in it. I did send a thank you note to the person who taken the trouble to return it.