This was originally posted on my blog but I thought it would make a good story to start things off with!

About a year ago I lost my car key. I’d done the school run and parked back at the house before catching the train to London. I’m sure that I went in and left the key in the kitchen but the next day we couldn’t find it anywhere. We asked Ben if he had seen it and he replied “It’s in Diesel’s (the cat) house”. When asked where that was he replied “Very far away”. It hasn’t been seen since and we still don’t know if I lost it in London that day or if Ben hid it. Since then I’ve been using the spare one.

Until Saturday when we were just about to go out and once again there was no sign of it. At least this time we knew it had to be in the house as we hadn’t been anywhere. We searched high and low for over an hour but still couldn’t find it. Ben said he had picked it up and he had put it back down but he insisted that he hadn’t hid it. We searched all his usual hiding places, looked in cupboards, down the back of radiators, everywhere without luck. Eventually I found the plastic key that came with the proper keys when I bought the car and to my relief not only did it open the doors it started the engine as well. This was ok for a temporary solution but I was worried it would snap so had to use it very gingerly!

Back at the house we were sitting watching TV while Lissi was putting things in the oven for tea. Suddenly there was a shout and Lissi came running in holding the car key aloft. It had been inside the oven gloves – hmmm I wonder how it got there!