In loving, living memory, John Melançon 1928 – 2007
I'm tired of being me.
And of course even though the train is probably 100 yards away, there's no way I can get on it, stuff will (in theory) be brought up to lost and found tomorrow.
No one offered to take a report (I was sent to someon who 'may have a key' so I talked to two people) or something so I could claim it in advance. I guess that's my responsibility to press if it were important? But there doesn't seem to be a process.