MrsC and I were meeting a Facebook friend of hers at Stonehenge today. As usual the traffic was bad going west (it being a Saturday, the tidal flow reverses on Sunday afternoons), so the friend was rather late. We sat in the car for a while before deciding we'd go and have a look round the shop and café while waiting.
We then have a very pleasant lunch and an equally pleasant afternoon looking at the Stones and round the new museum.
It was the friend's birthday so we had brought some flowers. I was deputed to go and fetch these from our car. Can't find my keys. Borrow MrsC's, go get flowers. Then start the hunt for my keys. They are not in any of my pockets, which is where I would normally put them. They are not in the bag I was carrying. I can only assume I've dropped them somewhere. But Stonehenge is a big site and we've 'done' all of it! So I go to the information place, they get on the radios, no luck. They take details. I go to the café. Not their either.
For want of anything else, I go back to the car to search my bag again. Still no keys. Then I look in the front.
They they are. Still in the ignition. So the car had been sitting there for over three hours, open, with the keys all ready to be driven off.
