The Case of the Missing Keys

Good evening lovelies. This is my 6th (SIXTH!!!!) post for October. What has happened to me?! I miss being glued to my blog 24/7 but at the same time I am enjoying having a life outside of the blogosphere! The novelty will wear off eventually and you'll find yourselves wishing I'm only around a handful of times a month again, you'll see!

Despite the holidays, my mind is having a rough time getting back into work-mode. What with all the new things I've learnt (and I've very genuinely learnt them - got back from 10 days in Malta and hadn't forgotten a single thing!!! *proud*), I'm suffering with the little everyday things.

...............What did I walk into this room for?
....Why do I have this book in my hand?
.........What was I about to say?
.........................Where are my keys?

The answer to that last one, my dears, is MALTA! I forgot my UK house keys in Malta!

A few hours into the flight - we were already somewhere over France - I suddenly realised that I hadn't heard them jingling about in my bag recently. Cue mad search through the bag on the plane. Nothing. David tried too (while I sat there thinking 'I may be forgetting things but I'm not going blind too and if you dare find them in that bag, I'm going to lose it!' - He didn't)

Once we landed, I called home. Sure enough - they were hanging with the rest of the keys in my parents' house in Malta. Luckily, my sister is currently on holiday there and she'll be bringing them back for me for a hopeful handover at the weekend. Until then, I've claimed hubby's keys as my own which means I get to greet him at the door every evening :)

forgetfully,

[img cred: eastbrookhomes]