Look, here they are. My keys.



I've not known where they were for weeks and weeks. Not that I'd lost them; I was pretty sure they were in the house somewhere. But we have so much 'somewhere' here. So I used my spare key instead.

Today, I got tired of not knowing where my keys were; so, first of all, I decided to do a washload of several pairs of jeans. They might turn up while checking the pockets, right? But they didn't.
I put the jeans in the washing machine anyway, and decided to move on.
Next up: motorbike jackets. I have several, at least four of which are usable, and may well have been worn in the past three months.
The first jacket rewarded me with a small LED torch, a Euro coin and a piece of (wrapped) chocolate, so I knew I was onto a good thing. I kept going.
Alas, no keys in any of the bike jackets, either.
So I moved on to the jackets and coats on the coat rack, and behold, there they were in the pocket of a rain jacket! Only the second one I searched, too.

So now I'm eating the chocolate that I've earned, feeling rather pleased with myself, and taking a picture of my keys to show them to you, now that I've found them again. Finding stuff is great.

If you're reading this (and I know you are!) then please post a picture of your keys! Keys are so personal, we have them with us everyday. I'd like to see yours. Please?
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