Damsel in distress? Just call a Boy Scout

WITH snow four inches deep, I admired the picturesque scenery as I looked out of my bedroom window at 9am on a Sunday.

I decided to walk to the newsagent, about a mile away, to buy a paper. On the way back I bumped into a woman and a young girl aged about 14. The woman was scrabbling in the snow with a long stick. It turned out the girl had been out an hour earlier and her phone had slipped from her pocket into the snow. The woman didn’t have her own mobile phone to ring it. I said I’d keep my eyes open on my way home, but didn’t hold out much hope. About 200 yards on, I heard a faint ringing. It was the missing mobile on the pavement beside a hedge. What were the chances of it ringing just as I was passing? I returned it to the girl, whose face was a picture of joy. Being a former Boy Scout, I was smiling, too, as I’d done my good deed for the day!