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Five minutes before I had planned to leave the house, James quietly declared "I've lost my Oyster". Now, Oysters are fairly replacable (although his, as a child photocard with free bus pass on it, would cost £10) but the wallet also contains his train tickets to get him home on Sunday evening.

We emptied his bag three times. He looked in the bathroom, where he got changed. We emptied his bag again. We looked under and in the bed, in case it fell out of his pocket when he collapsed and fell asleep when we got in last night. Nothing.

I got him to retrace his steps.

"I came in, I took things out of my bag and I put them down."
"Where did you put them?"
"I don't know. On the floor. And I put rubbish in the bin."

I search through the binbag on the floor, and there, at the bottom, was his Oyster card.

I love my brother, but argh!

Wish me luck for the rest of the day...