I once visited the pub loo, just before closing time, for a sit down - couldn't wait 'til i got home. Next day, discovered an empty space in the back pocket of my jeans where my wallet usually lives. Being a Friday, the wallet contained quite a sum of money.
Went to the pub on Saturday afternoon with what few pounds i had left, where the landlord passed me my wallet, informing me that the cleaning lady had found it.
As i knew her, i popped round to her house in order to give her a fiver for being so honest. She wouldn't accept the money, but she said i could buy her 10 Woodbine and leave them over the bar for her. Peggy Wolstenholme, you were a star!