Losing your car keys – or any key for that matter – can be very unpleasant, especially when you need to use it.
On Monday morning this week I woke up feeling good because I had enjoyed quite a relaxing weekend.
I was ready for the long drive back to work, only to realise as I was about to leave that I had no car keys.
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Where were my keys? I panicked and phoned my partner who had left for a meeting a few minutes earlier, but he had not seen them either.
There goes my last hope, I thought.
Then it hit me that on Friday, when I arrived home from the shops and laundromat, I couldn’t find my keys to lock the car, so I locked the garage instead…thinking, argh! I have too many things to unpack – I will look for them when I have time.
Of course I didn’t look for the keys over the weekend as I had promised myself I would.
Fast forward to Monday.
So there I was, searching everywhere, even in the dustbin! Can you imagine, all dressed up, emptying a black bag in the street, but I had to look everywhere.
For a second I thought, for goodness’ sake, why can’t keys talk, because I would be asking them where they were right about now. Come on keys, where are you? And they’d probably make a sound or a sign… anything would be better than nothing at all.
As I was on the verge of giving up, I thought to retrace my steps from Friday.
I realised that when I had arrived home on Friday, I had gone to the back of the house to hang up a blanket that was still damp. And guess what?
The keys were just sitting there in the sink, staring at me.
Pity I couldn’t shout at them, but Yho! I was relieved to have found them. And so off I went to work.
By the way, this was not the first time I had to empty my bin to look for keys, but that’s a story for another day.
All I can say is that me and keys are like oil and water – we don’t mix!
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