I’ve spent the past week in a highly perplexed state due to the mysterious disappearance of the spare set of house keys. These keys have a bright fluoro pink tag and rarely move from their “home” but last Monday I noticed they were gone.

As I had actually used the keys in the previous week, and am known to be the untidiest least domesticated member of this household, I was the obvious culprit. Yet, and I didn’t want to be too emphatic about this, I could distinctly recall returning the “pink” keys to their designated place. And so the frown appeared on my furrowed brow.

I searched all the obvious places; turned my studio upside down looking in all the non-obvious places; checked all my pockets; dreamed of pink keys; imagined pink keys; pink; pink; pink. All to no avail and I declared the keys officially lost.

Yesterday, the pink keys reappeared. They were carefully wrapped in a pair of the Laundry King’s denim cutoff shorts in his wardrobe which I never go near. Hmm….

PS: On a more worthy note, you might like to Go Pink for October to raise awareness about breast cancer.