Last night I was late getting home, so I called into the local takeaway and picked up some dinner.
Got home, got out of the car, picked up my dinner, briefcase, documents and jacket meaning my hands were pretty full.
Shut the door of the car, wife let me in and we had our dinner and a relaxing evening.
This morning, I am getting ready to go out, went to pick up my car keys and couldn’t find them. “Who has moved my keys?” I shouted.
I hunted high and low trying to think where I might have left them and then had a sudden but horrible thought.
Walked out to my car, and what do I find still in the ignition, my bloody keys
They had been in there all night complete with house keys and I had not given it a thought. Just dammed lucky my car was still there and no one had decided to have a field day in the house.
We once had a car we didn’t want anymore and left the key’s in the car hopeing someone would nick it but they didn’t. I suppose a Nissan Micra in rusty brown isn’t a car anyone would nick.
What is annoying is that in the past when I have sort of hoped someone would nick my car because it was a heap of poo and worth more stolen and so I left keys in the ignition, they never ever got stolen.
But a Jag less than a year old is a somewhat different kettle of fish, so on this occasion I am grateful for small mercies
I left my bike in a (very busy) bike bay in Central London a couple of weeks ago at about half 7 in the morning. Went back to it at about 5pm, only to see the ignition key hanging out of the seat lock :pinch:
I considered myself very lucky (although any aspiring thief wouldn’t have been able to start it as luckily I had the alarm fob on me !)
It happens to the best of us. I’ve had to go back down to the bike to get the keys out of it once or twice. If you try to develop a routine (like a plane does post landing) when you arrive at your house that can help you. You see people doing this on the tube (me in cluded) where they pat their pockets to check they haven’t left anything behind. That has saved me on a few occasions.
Reminds me of the LB christmas bash in 2008 when we had to break back into the house after Mark forgot his keys. I asked him when we were leaving if he had them and if I needed to take mine. We discovered how easy it was to break into the house and beefed up the security (not that there is anything to steal in our house as I dont wear jewellery etc but it is the inconvenience more than anything).