The French exchange students left yesterday morning. I hope they had a great trip.
One left a rather ugly brown blanket, and it looked like the kind of thin, worn blankies that you had when you were a kid and keep forever.
So I thought I should send it to France. Folded it loosely and tossed it in the car.
I Googled and got the address of the school, and found the correct spelling of the teacher who I thought would be the best person to receive the blanket.
Today, I went to the post office, ready to shell out lots of money to send a beloved blanket back to France …
… and then … I looked at the tag …
… which said …
British Airways
Although I’m an honest person, I confess I’m not going to send the blankie back to British Airways. I suspect they have more. It might end up at the vet (they sometimes request towels and blankets), on the couch the cat likes, or stuffed in a corner somewhere.