Overcoming temptation is always a way of feeling better. When we first moved into our village in 1976, we went for an afternoon out to a village a few miles away. While walking in the park, I found a wallet - absolutely stuffed with money - lying in the grass. We looked at what seemed to be a few hundred pounds, and then at each other for about 5 seconds while Temptation beckoned. Then - "You stay with the pram", I said, "while I go and hand this in to the police station." (There was a station in the village in those days). So I handed it in and left my name and address. If uncollected by the end of three months (I think three), it would be mine.

A fortnight later, I got a letter from a 14-year old girl, thanking me for the handing-in of the wallet. It turned out she'd dawdled around while being sent to do some shopping by her mother, started running around in the park - and dropped the wallet.

Lord knows what they felt that day - and Lord knows why any mother would send a daughter out shopping with a stuffed wallet! Still - it was good to get the letter.