Keys for Blue Monday

After the refurb project we had more keys in the kitchen drawer than you could shake a stick at. We changed locks more than once when we hadn't a clue what trades were holding what key. Eventually I couldn't put off any longer, sitting down with a great heap of ironmongery and working out what went in which door.

Some keys weren't well cut either, so I had to test each one in each door, from both sides. The outcome was this, and another pile of rubbish the same size.

In other news, our washing machine plays Schubert's Trout Quintet at the end of its cycle. That's nice.