I wasn't meaning to tempt fate yesterday by describing how much better I am feeling!
But somehow somewhere that same day I lost my keys - again!
That feeling when you have lost something is so particular.
over and over again checking bags and pockets
mentally and sometimes physically retracing the last hours
to Saint Anthony of course and usually he helps, but sometimes he can't
because you still can't believe that the thing is gone
especially about keys. Did I leave them in the front door and the 'wrong' person walked past, took them and is waiting to break in and rob and murder us?
More desperate searching
that involves silly places like bathroom cupboards and dustbins and under the dog food
as you remember times when you found the lost thing, perhaps even in one of those weird places
Oh well, eventually there comes acceptance and I now have a newly cut key around my neck tied with a ribbon. When I open the door I have to bend down to reach the lock and if Bonnie tried to push quickly through the door I am liable to be strangled. But at least I can't leave this one in the lock unless I also leave my head outside!
Here is a scene from Granollers main street, lovely music as I walked back from the gym (could I have dropped the keys into his hat??)