In an age of brutishness.
A glinting gent emerges.
I know you don’t normally do this but…I was on the DART this morning and just as we pulled into Blackrock [Co Dublin] at around 8.20, a woman’s bracelet exploded, scattering the loose charms across the first carriage floor. She was getting off at that station so I helped her pick them up and put the last ones in her hand just as the door closed. I had a quick look around afterwards though and found we missed one. I’d like to return it to her.