We were away over the weekend, a lovely stay with my cousin on the east coast a bit chilly but a relief to be away from the constant Manchester drizzle.
As got home I was chatting to my next door neighbour who asked if we could look after her animals for a fortnight as she was off on her holidays. I was freaking out a little - picturing fox butchered rabbits and cats in her garden and quizzing her about safety techniques. (Secretly thinking thank god she got rid of the Giant African Land snail and wondering how she manages to keep the gerbils away from her two killer cats, mice and baby birds unwelcome gifts they have both left lying around).
All this chat and instruction meant I missed that most tiresome of chore the unpacking of the car.
Unremarkable.
Unremarkable until I tried to leave to go to work in the morning to realise my car keys were missing.
I grumpily woke up my partner who despite many, many years of my gentle reminders (or nagging as he prefers to see it!) had not put said key in the correct place.
So we searched.
In shoes, under sofa’s, behind pouffes, next to doors, inside pockets, underneath rugs.....
Nothing.
The spare key had been lost many moons ago - by him, he did not feel it was a helpful time to remind him of this!
Finally, I had to go to work in my partners car, slightly more macho, testosteroned tyred, football blue car and leave the mum mobile redundantly parked outside the front door.
He continued to search.
Emptying washing machines, scouring the pavement even searching through the bins and our two year is still in nappies and our rubbish is collected fortnightly...
Begging the kids, ‘Have you seen Mummy’s car keys, come on think!’
Nothing.
He called me at lunchtime.
‘Are you sure, you haven’t got them?’
‘Yes. Very sure.’
‘It’s just I’ve searched everywhere...’
‘Keep looking...’
He told me about when his lost car key turned up under the six year olds bed actually under the fitted carpet.
He’s getting spooked. His ‘poltergeist in the house’ theory is driving him mad. He’s threatening to move house if the keys don’t turn up soon...
As I write this, he is again emptying my handbags on the kitchen table. I don’t know where else to look but we are both gearing up to emptying the toy boxes, lifting the mattresses and tipping out kitchen drawers.
More wasted hours...
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