I’ve just met the man – Maurice – who found and returned my notebook. Apparently he found it on the shelves just round the corner (?!!), realised its importance, looked inside it and saw my name and then found out where I sit.

Such a nice man; it refreshes your faith in human nature. 🙂

Edit: I think I may well write Maurice into one of my novels. Maybe he could help Mr Tumnal out in some small way?