No keys, what next?

I have done a few jobs, the bathroom and kitchen are all sparkling and I have one of the dogs quilts in the washing machine, so I was thinking I might do a quick "nice" blog. No such luck, I am hopping mad.

I just went to put the stuff out in the recycle bin and there are no keys! I searched everywhere, nothing. I phoned Coralie as I knew Simon would be driving, it seems nobody could care less. I CAN'T GET OUT OF THE HOUSE!!! Coralie said they were just in Stevenage and Dad would ring back in a few minutes.

Of course the few minutes turned into ten and I had to phone back. At that point Simon was claiming that he hadn't got them. Coralie had remembered that Joshua's car keys which also have a house key on them are at her house, so she would phone John and see if he could bring them round tonight..........we'll phone back in a few minutes. My family should know by now that a few minutes in my book means a few minutes.

When they did phone back, surprise, Simon has discovered that he has both lots of keys. I knew he had, otherwise I would have found them. If he hadn't have gone of in such a hurry maybe we could have sorted out stuff like this and made sure that I had a key. If he actually hung them up on their hooks instead of keeping them in his pockets all the time that would have helped too.

The first place I looked was for his coat, strangely, I have no idea why he has taken both his smart jacket and his dog walking one. So no pockets to search for keys. I knew that's where they would be. Why take a dog walking jacket when the dogs are at home?

God, I am so furious. I know it's daft but I have panicked knowing that I can't get out. I can get into the back garden and potentially from there I could get out of the gate. The thing is the gate is padlocked and it is very stiff and I have very weak wrists and can't do it. (that was Simon's first suggestion). Also if I was going out, as in away from the house, I would have to shut the patio door and that is very stiff and difficult to open. There have been occasions when I have not been able to move it at all. So not a good idea. If I was locked out totally, they would have to come home.

I don't usually leave the house at all when Simon is away, I have no need to. I don't need anything. I was only trying to get out to put stuff in the bin. Fortunately when they eventually rung back it was to say that John can bring me Joshua's keys later. If he wasn't able to do that I would have really got in a state. I know that it would have bothered me in the night to know that I couldn't get out.

You know what, I am so angry and upset that I can't even begin to say. Bloody Glenn's. I am going to try and forget the whole bloody lot of them. At least I have my dogs here and they are concerned that Mummy is upset. Another few hours and we should be able to get out of the house too.