Got home, got out of the car, picked up my dinner, briefcase, documents and jacket meaning my hands were pretty full.
Shut the door of the car, wife let me in and we had our dinner and a relaxing evening.
This morning, I am getting ready to go out, went to pick up my car keys and couldn't find them. "Who has moved my keys?" I shouted.
I hunted high and low trying to think where I might have left them and then had a sudden but horrible thought.
Walked out to my car, and what do I find still in the ignition, my bloody keys

They had been in there all night complete with house keys and I had not given it a thought. Just dammed lucky my car was still there and no one had decided to have a field day in the house.
Proof indeed that I am a total

