A lost briefcase (Rousse)

I could tell that AC was losing patience with me when, once again, I admitted that I had lost my briefcase. We would now miss the train to London while we looked for my belongings.

Was I really to blame for being distracted by the fun of a slide when we should have been heading to Sheffield station for the journey to the accreditation visit at UCL?

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