Though my knee still isn’t quite runnable, it is starting to feel much better (I can get down the stairs without wincing now), so I thought I would test it out by going to netball training tonight. Unfortunately, when it was time to leave the house, could I find my house keys???
Tom goes mad at me for “losing” my keys, well for “losing” anything really, as it happens quite a lot. And of course I never actually lose anything, I just forget where I last put it. To make matters worse, I’m not very good at looking for things either – Tom calls it “having a Lisa look”…
Tom was out at cricket nets this evening, and I remember him saying to me as he went out of the door that he was taking my car, so when I couldn’t find my car/house keys I assumed he must’ve accidentally taken both my set of keys and his. I exasperatedly upturned all the usual places but my keys never surfaced. By this time, it was already 7.15pm (netball starts at 7pm for an hour) so I gave up on the idea and put a Blogilates video on for my Juneathon activity instead.
Then when I got out of the shower, I found my keys on the window sill….d’oh….