So that's where they went

My old flat mate from London sent me a small bundle of envelopes that have apparently been accumulating at my old hauntings since I abandoned them last year. Welcome amongst them was a cheque for pleasant sum of money I hadn't realised I was due (and which I've already spent). It also included a heap of communications from the Inland Revenue dating back a year or so. Better late than never, it's true, but I rather wished they'd been passed on to me just a little sooner...