I blame the heat

There's nothing quite like the feeling of rummaging through your bag on the train on the way home from work and realising you are failing to find your keys...

Contemplate whether it's worth trekking back to work where they'll hopefully be sitting on my desk. No, too hot. Not as long as I can get hold of the people with the spare set anyway. Ok, done. I wait very briefly out in the heat for them - I swear it was cooler in the city I might add - and let myself in, heading upstairs. Where, what should i find but my own keys, still in the door from when I left this morning. *smacks forehead* Me are a doofus. A very lucky doofus at that, as nothing appears to be missing from my flat. Not one of my brighter moments, though at least the keys aren't lost...