Where's the key?

Last minute packing for my brother's stag weekend. I'm am sure I had my fingers crossed when I promised him I wouldn't leave him anywhere and he would be home safe and sound for Mother's Day. He seems to have a very short memory; I seem to remember being left 80 miles down the M4 in Swansea in nothing more than a ladies swimming costume which I had been wearing for two days - I then had to ask a stranger if I could use their phone to call my wife to be, who then booked me a train ticket home!

My next couple of blips may be entertaining but you will have to wait until Monday!