Clean Keys

 

A couple of months ago I met Geri and Harriet for lunch at Cuba Revolution in the Norwich. Afterwards I went to get my car keys out of my coat pocket but they weren’t there. I emptied my handbag and coat looking for them to no avail. Geri went to wait outside knowing they would be somewhere in my organised chaos. Panic started to loom but was abated when I remembered I’d left them with the valet guy cleaning my car at the car park!

 

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