Lol Liam, maybe the blind boy lost the papers because he threw them off his bike, went to find them, and couldn't see where they had gone, then went back to find his bike and couldn't find that either .
it might be a day or two before I get to play this, but I'm looking forward to it, it'll be a nice brain resting break from moving house, tough I hope the new town Mrs. dark and I are moving to has less by wan of manholes, sewers crazy hazards than Blind Bob's neighbourhood .
With our dreaming and singing, Ceaseless and sorrowless we! The glory about us clinging Of the glorious futures we see,
Our souls with high music ringing; O men! It must ever be
That we dwell in our dreaming and singing, A little apart from ye. (Arthur O'Shaughnessy 1873.)