I am usually not a person who losses things but last summer I managed to lose a cell phone and a set of keys within weeks of each other. The phone was lost in a Polish taxi and I can assume promptly sold on some kind of black market…The keys were lost in England. I had embarked on a nice long day of shopping, studying and lunching and at some point I had misplaced my keys. The thought had occurred to me to retrace my steps but I had literally been all over Exeter that day, campus, shops, dressing rooms, Boston’s and the cathedral so decided against it. Later that week I borrowed the spare key and had a copy made. Well low and behold yesterday I was digging around in my backpack actually looking for another set of keys I have misplaced and tucked away in a little pocket were the keys belonging to the flat with a red door on Longbrook St. They were never lost just hiding really well, which is a relief to me because I hate losing things! Perhaps if I ever make it back to Longbrook St I’ll just have to use my keys and let myself in.
Lost and Found