Last evening dropped the li’l guy for his cricket practice at DoK School and pedaled up Pitch Hill (SH) for a quick few runs.
Midway through the ride checked the time on my phone and realized my jacket pockets were open and the car keys had gone walkabout. Much panic, much cursing, much despair(also bcos the one spare key we have has recently stopped working) called the missus and told her she needs to pick the li’l fella up whilst I try and retrace all the runs….pealing like fury on the uphills slowing on the downhill bits carefully scanning all the jumps…no luck get back to the car, wife arrives with spare key and as guessed as much no luck with that key.
No phone signal so I tell her I’m going to cycle over to the Hurtwood Inn… called RAC outside the pub and they they tell me 3 hrs till someone can get to me/the car. Go in and the bartender says how am I doing? I say pretty crap, she asks why, I say cos I’ve lost my car keys. She looks at me with a twinkle in her eye and says which car? I say VW shes says come with me and smiles!! Some good Samaritan had found the keys up on Pitch and dropped them off at the pub. heavens to betsy! I was grinning like a possum eating a sweet potato.
