Took the dogs out at 0600 as usual the frolicked in the snow me n the Mrs plodded through the knee high drifts. Mile or so from home Mrs informs me she’s lost the keys. It got worse from there, eventually gained entry at 0900. New sealed glazing unit needed (ordered and delivered by 1030) bloody cold though.

Bought myself 4 beers to sulk by the fire, one fell out the van and broke.

I broke my back.

It was on a Sunday, 1st September.

My wife lost the house keys one snowy winter when she was off on maternity leave. On a day I’d cycled to work. The plumber who lives round the corner gave her and the little one a lift to my office for my house keys.

A couple of days later word got round the village that the postie had found some keys and handed them in at the village shop. Bless him!

^^ Hmmm

looks on suspiciously and waits for related thread in months to come