Found a gold watch today as I was going about my daily (and drug free may I add) duties. The old Tam came out a little (and even the new one would have picked it up anyway, you don't walk past a gold watch and not pick it up) and it went into my pocket.

The old Tam would already have had that watch sold/and/or swapped for drugs by now.

But I've been wracked with guilt for even thinking that way (the keeping it, not the drugs, *that* thought never entered my head)... its simply not *me* anymore.

Im not a practising Catholic but one of their 'teachings' is "do unto others as you would have them do unto you".

And I like that.

Its not a cracker but what if its really sentimental to someone... its worth more than the watch itself if you get me.

The new Tam is drug free and that opens up a world unkown to me before... so I'm not keeping it and its being handed into police station tomorrow with a description of times/place found.

Now *that* is a truly genuine feeling... not a substance induced one.

Faaaaaantastic. Hurrah.