Had to POP out to replace my eau de toilette. Doris will be round later or tomorrow and she’d be wondering where they were.

I have the worst headache ever, maybe I did get hit last night.

I found a strange card in my wallet while I was out. It belongs to H.M. Vice Consul from the Immigration Services dept. I do recall talking about prisons with some geezer.

Still no recollection of what I did to trigger the bouncer.

So I really want to stay in, but, er, Doris has informed me I am on a promise tonight.

Let’s see.

Better dust the cobwebs off the old boy.