I've just had a very good case in point. I got home from work and locked my bike in the shed. Instead of the pub I decided to walk to the supermarket tonight so I wouldn't have to mar my weekend with shopping. No sooner had I walked 10 paces something felt a miss i patted my pockets and felt my keys... they felt different.... THEY WERE NOT MY KEYS!! they were in fact a set of keys from work I'd put in my pocket earlier in the day I don't normally have work keys but thats another story. My keys were where I leave them on the dining room table inside. My heart sank.
Living alone I have a contingency for such an occurrence - I keep a spare front door key in my office a brisk 30min cycle from me. Sadly the bike was locked away in the shed with said shed key happily resting on the bunch in my locked house. So to round off my week I've just had a 3 hour round trip by bus through the tail end of rush hour numerous road works and heavy traffic around the 2 mosques on the route that do their thing on a Friday evening to get the spare....and I've still got to go shopping tomorrow! . DOH. Moral of the story "go to the pub after work not the supermarket" Just opened a can of beer though. Thanks for listening!