The party was glorious...

So much so that I forgive it for eating my newly earned diving qualification card. After all, it made sense that in a spangled mess of an evening, the gods of Party would want payment for me having such a good time, and sooner this than, say, my current account card or Oyster card, so I didn't blame any nearby innocent jugheads for nicking my stuff. Instead, I applied and paid for a replacement card, which is on its way.

Looking for some medical papers, I just found my card. I wonder what I need to seek in order to find the lost notes: my brain perhaps. I'll keep my eyes peeled for something the size of a walnut under a wodge of gum with a post-it stapled to the side.

P.S Just found the notes. They were in an English Heritage guidebook to Eltham Palace.