Trapped.

I have not been out as much as I wanted today, as I discovered as soon as I put my coat and scarf on, that I had lost my car/house keys,
This was very annoying as I had an apointment at 1.00.
I looked in all the usual places. I grumbled about it on Twitter (so boring for them). The hours ticked by. I had to make the cancelation call, so embarrassing.

I then had visions of having left the keys in the backdoor, and that I would be surrounded by burglars in the wee hours, as I heard my car zoom off into the distance.
The cat had been ill again into a bag of bottles of ink, i was suddenly not very keen on Tuesday.

Then at 6.00 the keys turned up at last, lurking behind a bag of wood in the hall.

They say one should give one's self a pat on the back now and then. How about the opposite?
I decided to break a (self imposed) house rule and have a delicious solitary glass of white wine and some unhealthy chilli crisps. The glass looked so good in the evening light. I thought I would blip it as it is the best thing I have seen today, after my keys.