I saw a bedraggled envelope lying soaking wet on the footpath.  I saw that the name and address on the front of the envelope was indecipherable and there was no return address anywhere to be seen.

Curiosity got the better of me. I opened the envelope and read the pitiful sodden note it contained. It was brief and to the point, “Dearest  Jack, I love you, I’m pregnant, please come back, I  desperately, need you and I’m so sorry, please, please come back to me, I forgive you”

It was signed simply, ‘Willow’.

I don’t know anyone called Jack and I know of no pregnant ‘Willow’ so I took the most sensible course open to me.

I simply threw it in the nearest bin and continued shopping.