On the Thursday we went to the beautifully restored walled garden at Clumber. On returning to the 'van at the Caravan Club site, Christine realised she had lost her blue card holder with all her membership cards in it. So like we had to peddle all round the bloody park looking for it. By this time the walled garden was locked. We returned next morning and, lo, upon the bench it lay, the card holder and all those cards. So we have exercised and learnt about how plastic card wallets can come out of half-mast pant pockets through the simple action of sitting down. Chris has pointed out that on the day in question when the card holder was mislaid she was wearing a different sans culotte outfit.
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