Thank you to the nice lady!

Thank you to the nice lady!

My days at the moment are frantic. At one point I got off a train at 4pm having not had lunch, needed money, and was late for a meeting. Heading to the cash machine, papers everywhere, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned round and a lady with blonde hair in a trouser suit was running after me. At first I wasn’t quite sure what was going on, then I saw she had my debit card in her hand.

It’d fallen out in the rush: not the best for a Money Saving Expert (and thankfully she didn’t recognise me!), but how kind of her to make the effort.

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