Lost

Sam lost his keys this weekend. Properly lost them. We looked everywhere. We retraced our steps over a five mile hike, went to all the same pubs and accosted random taxi drivers in an attempt to find them. No chance. Lost. No way to get into their car and no way to drive it home on Sunday morning.

I am extremely grateful to said keys for allowing Tabi and Sam to spend twice as long as planned with us. It was a great Easter as a result. It was a major pain in the @rse for Sam and Tabi of course and could have been a huge expense involving locksmiths and tow-trucks or an exhausting return trip to Cornwall to pick up their spares. Remarkably, a friend of theirs was driving up from Cornwall to London on Easter Monday and was able to meet them to drop off their other set of keys. It all seems a bit too convenient if you think about it.

I suspect it was some kind of mystical conspiracy implemented by agents beyond our comprehension in order to allow me and Tabi a bonus girlie shopping trip on the Monday and to let G and S complete their championship (kitchen)table tennis tournament… After all we're not going to see them again until 2007. I'm trying not to think about that too much.

I could have sworn I saw a polar bear in the woods too.