Trouble finding Henry's car key today for Jos Biggs. Oh dear !!
I greatly admire those people who are so tidily minded and tidily mannered that they can put their hand on any named object in their possession immediately and without hesitation.
I have tried - oh how I have tried - to emulate their excellent example, but oh how I have failed!
It’s not so bad when I succumb to natural untidiness, the problem arises when I tidy up. Previously everything might have been in a disordered muddle, but at least I knew where in that muddle everything was. Now that I have tidied up I can’t find a thing!
I frequently mislay Henry’s key. It should be ‘anging on the ‘ook in the ‘all, but often it isn’t. So undismayed I will delve into the most recently used handbag, and I will find it nestled in there somewhere.
Yesterday I mislaid Henry’s key. It wasn’t on the ‘ook in the ‘all, so I looked in the usual suspect, the handbag - it wasn’t there either.
I knew it must be somewhere on the property because Henry was, and Henry won’t go anywhere at all unless he has his key.
I settled down to search - all the handbags, all the pockets, all the nooks and crannies capable of hiding a car key, but it was not to be found.
I went to bed with the key still unfound. It’ll turn up, I told myself, and until it does I’ll use Henry’s second key.
I resolutely squashed the thought that if it didn’t turn up I’d have to ask Renault for a second key, as the second key had become the first key, leaving an opening for a third key which would become a second key.
Come on, keep up!
Today I needed to go out. Just for the look of it I searched the handbags again - no key.
It HAS to be in the raffia handbag, the last used handbag. But I’ve already looked twice, and it isn’t.
My temper was beginning to fray, so I looked again, just to prove it wasn’t there. I delved vigorously into the little pocket that all handbags have - I had previously riffled through this same pocket without success, but this time I subjected it to an in-depth excavation. And there it was - concealing itself within the folds of a tissue!
I’m not sure whether it was the tissue that concealed the key or whether the key hid itself inside the tissue!
Ha! There you are, you little b…eauty! I said as I fished it out of its hiding place.
I think it deliberately hid itself inside that tissue!
