A twist to add to the notes about Lost Keys Day last Friday. I realised last night that I could not find my memory stick, which is attached to my college keys.
This morning I popped into college with the baby in a pram (and discovered how to avoid the steps) and found the memory stick, to my relief. But then the lift needed a key I didn’t have to get downstairs again, so we nearly got locked up there forever.
Thankfully help was at hand.
I then went into town to get my husband a replacement watch battery, and forgot to cut some new front door keys (see previous post for reasons).
The moral of the story is: don’t keep your memory and your keys in the same place.
jam and giraffes 