Lost Papers

More zonked than I thought, falling fowl of the incoming stream of viruses and apparently losing track of my wallet at some point on the excursion yesterday. These things happen.
They happen at bike shops too. Sammy ordered a couple of inner tubes on the web. A replacement and a spare. Around noon as I was busy sawing my way through some of the stack of firewood a bloody great parcel arrived. The price was right, but the tubes would have had to be solid rubber to make up the size and weight. The shop had sent twenty instead of two. Their request for return of the extra invoice arrived shortly after by Email.