The lost keys

It was a day of the lost keys!

 

You can search for hours, looking in all the obvious places, retracing all your steps, emptying all your pockets, bags and drawers, turning everything inside out and upside down but find nothing.

 

And then you relax, make a plan B, get on with your life.

 

And then they turn up, in an unexpected moment, in the most obvious place.

 

It’s all rather metaphorical really, especially when we realise that the keys must have fallen out of a pocket as we had a pile-on, family sandwich huggle on the sofa last night.

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