Went down the plot yesterday past the wife doing the front garden & spent the morning weeding & chatting to others around the site.
Decided it was time to go home & walked up. Got to the front door no keys. So i phoned the wife who was out to see what time she was back not for 4 hours. So told her I'm locked out with tools & lost keys. Well you can put your tools in the van she said, but Ive got no keys Ive lost them.
After cheeking pockets another 8 times I decided i lost them somewere at the Lotti.
To cut a long story short 2 hours looking a lot of swearing no keys so went down the pub & waited for the wife to get home.
Six pints later went home still no keys but very merry.
Knocked on the door to be greeted by giggling children keys in hand you left them on the table dad.
Boy did i feel a plonker
well at least the keys are safe and sound ;) ;D
Best excuse for a session down the pub I have ever heard. Excellent ! ;D ;D ;D