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Monday, March 01, 2010
In Bed with Debi
Did that get your attention?
Probably not. And definitely not, I suspect, when you hear the list of things I found in my bed when I woke up this morning:
A pair of swimming goggles
An unidentified green cotton pouchy thing
11p in change
A (used) blood glucose test strip
But sadly no car keys. They've been lost since Friday and replaced this morning at a cost of £130. I can think of an awful lot of things I'd've preferred to spend that kind of money on ...
Have you looked in your coat pockets? Behind the sofa? Inside the sofa? In the corners where you dump things when you're in a hurry to be retreived later? Oh well, it's too late now anyway. In future, remember: keys go in ONE place. Mine are always in my handbag/rucksack/trouser pocket/on the shelf by the kitchen....
Ouch! That must hurt. My mother performs at least one act from the lost-key play every week. When she starts frantically upending the garbage I take a deep breath - and go for a walk. She usually finds the the keys in one of the places Miriam mentioned.
It gets worse - the new (and v expensive) key doesn't open the boot. And of course a certain person didn't think to check before handing over the £££. Grrr.
I think the original may well be in Trinidad. Or failing that, Cornwall. Think I'd better get over there and check.
When you find the old key it'll be great to have a spare for when the new one gets lost. Meanwhile - get a cup hook and a hammer - and do some damage. To a wall - not him!
Have you looked in your coat pockets? Behind the sofa? Inside the sofa? In the corners where you dump things when you're in a hurry to be retreived later? Oh well, it's too late now anyway. In future, remember: keys go in ONE place. Mine are always in my handbag/rucksack/trouser pocket/on the shelf by the kitchen....
ReplyDeleteNo no no Miriam! I always know where my keys are too. And I don't even drive! I'm not taking responsibility for this one ...
ReplyDeleteOuch! That must hurt. My mother performs at least one act from the lost-key play every week. When she starts frantically upending the garbage I take a deep breath - and go for a walk. She usually finds the the keys in one of the places Miriam mentioned.
ReplyDeleteThat title certainly got my attention.
Your list sounds very exciting - I just had a hot man in my bed this morning!!!
ReplyDeleteSorry about the keys - I haven't got them btw.
It gets worse - the new (and v expensive) key doesn't open the boot. And of course a certain person didn't think to check before handing over the £££. Grrr.
ReplyDeleteI think the original may well be in Trinidad. Or failing that, Cornwall. Think I'd better get over there and check.
Oh no - I know that feeling! That's why I put up a hook where we keep them - saves a lot of bother.
ReplyDeleteI have no problem with keys, Babs, but I am tempted to keep a certain person on a hook ...
ReplyDeleteDebi, now that you mention it, I'm sure I saw those keys around here somewhere...
ReplyDeleteCome and get them! :)
When you find the old key it'll be great to have a spare for when the new one gets lost. Meanwhile - get a cup hook and a hammer - and do some damage. To a wall - not him!
ReplyDeleteLiane - is it necesary to say that's by far the best suggestion I've heard in a long while?
ReplyDeleteMel - don't tempt me ....