I found a wallet this morning.
I got up as usual and the nurse helped me through my exercises and I had breakfast.
It was brown leather and had a fiver in it.
When the doctor came I didn't tell him. I'll keep that fiver myself.
There was a picture of some old woman in it.
I'll tell my social worker though. She'll probably say "You keep it, love" and wink at me.
And then, just to cover for me in case I get caught, she'd tell the ward sister "He's found his own wallet again" and they'd both laugh.