Because I am terrible at mislaying my keys, I have a set place in the house where I always put them, unless I am going out, in which case they go into my coat pocket, and are replaced into their regular safe place as soon as I come in, before I so much as take my coat off.
A few weeks back, my keys were not in their regular place. Harsh words were spoken between Mrs S and myself, on the basis that she had obviously borrowed them and not put them back. She vehemently denied having any involvement. Her command of colloquial Anglo Saxon was amazingly fluent......
We went to bed that night in stony silence. It never occurred to me that I had popped out to the garage for a screwdriver, to change a bulb in the back of an electric fire.
The next morning I found them in the garage door, in plain view of the street. Not only the house and garage keys, but my keys for both cars!
Humble Pie was the dish of the day...........