His name wasn't Earl: but he returned my lost iPhone with some iPad Karma

It started as just another early morning at work, arriving at 5.30am outside the converted mill where I rent a small space in amongst the myriad industrial units and office lets. I pulled up outside in my Fiat 500 and removed my backpack that doubles up as my laptop case and portable office, and my messenger bag with the iPad inside. Unknown to me, I also dropped my iPhone by the car before locking up and heading inside. And that's when the fun began yesterday, if your idea of fun is pulling your hair out at how stupid you are and how technology can be both a blessing and a curse.