Lost and found.

Ok, so a few days ago I lost my house keys. This had the potential to be a disastrous trip to yoga (no wallet, money, mobile). Somehow I lost my keys in the 1km between home and yoga.

I walked and rewalked my steps (for three days). I asked at shops and at tube station windows. I patted down gym clothes and jacket linings. Twice.

Linings....

The lovely Helena reminded me of linings.

Hmmm.

I would have bet money on the fact that I had put my keys in my jacket. However...

There they were, caught in the lining of my gym bag.

It wasn't a disaster that I had 'lost' them (neighbours had a set and fortunately they were home), it was a frustration. How could this happen?

Easily, apparently!